Size is not might

 When this one came gliding across my path, so low almost scraping the ground, it was with abated breath that I practically stayed 'glued' to it to its perch, for surely it must be a prey spotted that caused this haste.

Then anti-climax as it merely perched and scanned.

Then a sign of aggression? defence?

Still nothing.

Then all hell broke loose, but all like in a silent movie, with the aggressor unexpectedly caught within the frame, alas the photographer's mishap and woe of an image! 

Looked like the confrontation hasn't ended yet.

Power must be the wrath of one's whose territory's invaded!

The amazing patience exercised of one that has been overseeing this territory for the last couple of hours, on the very same perch!

And the attacker that was hidden from my sight till it suddenly emerged, and a victory stand following its success before it returned to where it was lurking.

The female (l) and male (r) Crested Goshawk measure between 40-60cm compared to a Crested Serpent-Eagle that could be 56-74cm.

Found my 'dollar's' worth

 From a distance but surely worth more than a 'dollar', in this bare wonderland!

But one would be forgiven for unable to find the 'dollar'.

Yet I find its worth as soon as it spots me.

More about the Dollarbird (Eurystomas orientalis)

Their flight, our delight

 Admiration at eye-level.

The Blue-tailed Bee-eaters that transit the taman during the migrant season never fail to elicit admiration and applause with its flights and perches, whichever way they take on.

And here one can get  low and up close.

 

Tale of two warblers

 Finally, a clearer view of an Arctic Warbler, at the other end of the taman.

And opportunity for comparison with the other.

A moment in an oriole's life

 Just another lesson in curiosity and survival from another young resident of the taman - it's turning the world upside down for a grub!