When the Common Hill Mynas called, whistled, shrieked, one paid heed as the park echoed with an amazing vocal range.
Time for some self-grooming whilst the mate continued to cry out.
But not the least fazed, as the cries must surely be targeted at these recalcitrant two who absolutely paid no heed, and carried on their own silent foray across the other side of the park.
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