I wish I could read its mind.
It's one happy Gold-whiskered Barbet that was pecking ceaselessly, seemingly for the fun of it (the tree is definitely too slender for it to try and create a nest hole).
Total absorption except for the occasional lifting of its head because of the cries of a changeable hawk-eagle above. And totally ignoring my presence.
With an almost pre-historic head profile, it comes across as perpetually naive and smiley, and what's not to like?
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