One of the most vocal of birds, its cacophony of unmistakable whistles and calls always lure one to its presence but this time, across the taman, laziness took precedence as I chose to ignore them.
Then what's meant to be is meant to be. By the time I crossed over to where these Hill Mynas still were, a flurry of movements and still ceaseless calls suggested that there might be more than a pair.
Unfortunately the thick leafy upper canopy and lighting prevented better sightings but I could still made out a few of them as they hopped about and called out nosily.
A lone one, enabled a great appreciation of its gorgeous side and rear head wattles.
A pair that was busily scanning the side, top and lower parts of the tree.
Another one caught up in its own preoccupation.
Almost missed this pair perched quietly but nonetheless animated.
Amazing that amidst the din, this one still managed to sense my presence, and that was all it needed for the flock to flee, which finally enabled me to count easily a flock of 7 in the flight.
And I almost missed this most uncommon gathering of by far the most number of Hill Mynas I’ve come across in a flock Another lesson learnt!
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