A harsh call and a flash of yellow draws our attention to a smart black-headed oriole . We are tired by now and sit down to snack on some bread and cheese, listening to the deep tones of the coucal from within the forest. But the further we follow it the further the sound recedes from us and the search ends in frustration. A bunch of common mynahs are screaming to each other. Some cows are grazing peaceably on the slopes.
Evening falls an the skies are painted orange by the setting sun.
Morning sunlight filters through the dense trees. After a hot cup of tea we are ready to plunge deeper into the forest to track more birds. The deep peace of the tall, thick trees and the morning freshness are entrancing. Racket-tailed drongos are flying about chasing their breakfast. Along with their cousins, the bronze drongos , these naughty mimics fill the forest with all sorts of misleading calls.