And there it was, one stunning image of a robust pitta.
After years of being teased by its calls, pursuing it by calls, it was like I was seeing the Western Hooded Pitta for the first time!
And falling in love all over again!
I was the prey here, being hunted as the bird scanned for my presence! And like a prey, I hardly dared breathe or stir.
And there it remained for a couple of minutes for me to admire and savour its precious presence.
And as stealthily and silently as it appeared, it turned and retreated into the unruly undergrowth.
