Myna's lesson

A parent's indulgence, and no different if in the avian world or elsewhere.

The cries of this young Javan Myna were heard for a good part of the morning, and the parents were no less annoyed or impatient.

From the top of the tree to the ground, this young one that looked old enough to forage for itself continuously begged to be fed.

 Again, and looked like food was abundant as the parent could easily pick up a morsel from the ground as it walked about.

However, this was only one occasion when the parent withheld its catch and walked away with the insect in its beak, the usual training in progress I supposed.