It started with a beautiful story, extraordinary and heart-warming.
The sights and sounds are still as vivid today as then.
The story will most definitely never die, having drawn innumerable to its site, and now even as the chosen had fallen.
So, will this spell the end of the presence of the Black-thighed Falconets?
I surely hope not, for even this morning, this pair still hover next to their lost home.
A most sorry sight to behold.
However, an opportunity to glimpse what it looked like inside the Falconet's home, what still remained standing.
What it was before.
The storm was mighty, taking down right at what were the weakest links - at the nest cavities that had inevitably hollowed out the branch.
A home literally broken into two, a cavity pretty big that could even accommodate six falconets at a time.
And this was the erstwhile home of the Banded Woodpeckers, also taken apart, to display a remarkably smooth interior, the superb skill of woodpeckers.
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