Be like the nightjar

 A stoic put-up was what the slumbering Large-tailed Nightjar did when a troop of large-tailed macaques of at least three generations broke up the quiet noon hours.

It hardly batted an eyelid at the approach of the noisy swinging troop until the very last moment when one was practically above it.

Did it flap angrily, was it flustered, it looked more like a dignified annoyance at the intrusion.

Being no match for the 'manysome', it simply fluttered down to another branch.

Now wide-eyed, it still kept its calm as it watched warily, and we homo sapiens shamelessly took advantage of the situation to get opportune shots of this taman's icon that rarely opens its eyes during the day, trying quietly to manoeuvre round the tiny window in the intertwined lower foliage.

And of course, it had to take time for the leaping and swinging primates to clear through its domain, provoking another protest from the avian.

On the alert as it watched the young and old macaques practically scrambling about left, right, high and low.

Finally some peace and quiet as I checked in an hour later, its amazing composure during the almost 20 minutes of harassment still fresh on my mind.