Its distinct harsh calls preceded its arrival, and the next thing I knew it had landed on the branch.
The keen eyes of the Blyth's Paradise Flycatcher must have already spied its caterpillar prey from afar.
Its distinct harsh calls preceded its arrival, and the next thing I knew it had landed on the branch.
The keen eyes of the Blyth's Paradise Flycatcher must have already spied its caterpillar prey from afar.
Perhaps this is what it's like, serenity and calm in the face of a threatening storm, for the Crested Goshawk was a picture of one as it quietly perched, even taking time first for a little preen.
Happy to leave it behind as I walked off, the gathering clouds threatening to burst any time.