Not quite darting mad, yet seemed the Ashy Tailorbird (Orthotomus ruficeps) as it engaged me on a rollercoaster momentum in the undergrowth. It's indeed a time lost in total concentration if one were not to lose sight of it.
And if ever one needs to feel what being granted a favour feels like, it's when this bird honours one with a pause. Yet my longing for it has not melted an iota.
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