The Triumphant return

This one goes out to a fellow blogger, birder, and nature lover, with whom I made a pact what feels like weeks ago.

The photos shown here were taken after the fact, see last section ūüôā

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I walk along slowly. Healthy living and what not. My attention wanders to the greenery to my right. There stands a large bush with many purple flowers, which had been there since before we moved in when I was 10. No need to wonder how long had passed since (it has been a good while). Two mature mango trees lean their branches over the fence as they have been doing for so long. The speed of the treadmill has become routine and so I turn it up a notch.

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There are some orange bird of paradise flower, a large-leafed shrub tree thing (yes, that be the technical name), several large spiky aloe-like plants, as well as two or three other boring green bushes. A fledgling almond tree and a young mango tree sit amidst this chaos somewhere, and here and there a purple-leafed plant lurks. My favourite, the coconut tree, is fruiting for the first time this year.

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I have decided to take this opportunity to note the avian visitors in the yard, because this early morning jog is likely the only time today I won’t be typing fervently. I increase the speed on the treadmill again¬†as a Common Bulbul announces its arrival.¬†The medium sized grey and black bird¬†perches on the water tower across from me, looks around a while (probably wondering what that strange noise was about), then flies to the large leafed bush, disappearing from my sight after a brief pause at the top.

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The bulbul in the bush¬†continues chattering. I was sure I knew what about. Three others soon perch on the tower, enjoying the morning sun. After a few minutes, the yard starts to come alive. What looks at first like a very buff bulbul swoops into the yard, but then I get a better look and see the yellow bill: an African Thrush. It makes for the bare ground beneath the coconut tree, out of sight. It is likely searching for insects there. It gives a call that sounds like nothing so much as a see-saw: about four pairs of back-and-forth notes. The thrush falls silent, and the bulbuls’ calls are the only sound for a minute. Then I notice one of the purple flowers twitch. I am tempted to turn off the treadmill (for science!), but do not. There is a chirping noise now and then, a small bird flies out of the flower bush and to the shrub nearby.¬†I finally catch a glimpse of the responsible party.

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I am pleasantly surprised to see the Mangrove Sunbird also called the Brown Sunbird, more so than the Bulbuls (sorry, Bulbuls!), because well, who doesn’t like sunbirds.¬†I am certain¬†that this bird is a migrant (an animal that moves at certain times of the year to different places), though it likely does not travel¬†very long distances. I hadn’t seen it for months! And it isn’t alone. Two others are in the bush, wreaking havoc on the proffered supply of nectar. Obviously it has had a good trip away and returns triumphant. It moves back to the flower bush, executes an enviable acrobatic maneuverer, and takes a long drink from one of the flowers.

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I move the speed on the treadmill up a level, and I start to jog. The calls of birds continue, and I see a few swifts swooping through the air. A couple of kestrels fly past, and in the distance, I see another long absent bird. The Yellow-Billed Kites have returned. They had been conspicuously absent from the skies these last few months.¬†These kites, documented migrants, travel south around this time every year, but most people don’t notice their absence or their return. Soon these scavenger raptor will be seen every where. I can’t say the same for the sunbirds, who are more specialized.

I start to wind down, walking now. The migrant birds occupy my thoughts. The rains are about to stop, the breeding season may be starting, and flowers are blooming. This means that migrants from further away are soon to arrive here to exploit all the resources offered. A bulbul flies to the coconut tree and tries for some nectar. If there are any resources left. It disappears into the mass of yellow flowers, unconcerned with this bird photographer, and only comes into sight again to greet another Bulbul visitor. Snap!

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I see a small bird flitting in and out of the mango tree in the distance. It doesn’t come close enough to identify to a species level, but the long curved beak and size suggest a sunbird. I¬†am fairly sure there have been no sunbirds around the last few months. I hear the squawk of a starling nearby. Those guys have been here all along, but it’s nice to know they’re still there. They don’t seem the least bit affected by the return of the sunbirds.

Ah, to fly away to a different place on a whim like one of these feathered travellers! For now, I’d accept just flying away inside to get¬†a camera! Two minutes to go. I hear a couple of doves call, Laughing Dove and Red-Eyed Dove, and again the starling. The mysterious sunbird returns to the mango tree.

Time! I take off running, fetch my camera, and capture the bird life around the yard.

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:))) I got what I could manage. The birds were compliant without meaning to be, being happy with their foraging locations, they remained and the pictures fit nicely to the story.

I even got lucky with the sunbird in the mango tree. Looks like a female Buff-throated Sunbird. Definitely wasn’t here before.

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And I photographed the bird of Paradise (flower). It could be bothered to hold still, you see.

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Until next time! Who knows what new visitors will be here then.

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A dayful of forest birds: Part 1

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A breathtaking view. Perhaps more so, when you consider that this is just the edge of a small section of forest in the inhabited areas outside the Park buffer. The actual Park is a whole other story. I have been pining for a visit to the Sapo National Park since I took an interest in birds. It is an Important Bird and Biodiversity Area, and Liberia’s largest protected, so I have high expectations. The Great Blue Turaco surely a bird to look forward to. The Nkulengu Rail is in the top five. Oddly, the top of my list is not occupied by a bird, but instead, by the rare and endangered Pygmy Hippopotamus. I don’t expect to see it, though, not lurking around the edges of forests as I plan to do.

The 13 hour ride here was just barely bearable, and after a half day’s rest, I take up my binoculars, book, and music player and head for the nearest patch of forest. This is three meters away from my window. I am drawn here, in fact, by the chattering by what sound like Leaf-loves. I am accustomed to savanna and city birds, and can only liken these new species to those calls I have heard before.¬†The would-be Leaf-loves are medium sized birds, with rusty red tails and brownish bodies. Their heads are grey and their bellies are a toned down yellow. At their throats are magnificent white beards, any longer and they would rival Gandalf’s. At least that is how the beards appear to me at first. A closer look shows that they are thick, not long, but they are still beards. There can’t be that many bearded birds in the book, after all.¬†One moves out of the shadow of the trees, and I take a quick photo.

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The birds are calling to one another and jumping about from branch to branch. I watch them for a minute, enjoying my first species of the day. Then I look at the Bulbul page, because their calls, as well as body shape, tail shape, and behavior are very like the other bulbuls. Bulbuls are the collective name given to the Bristlebills, Greenbuls, Bulbuls, and Leaf-loves. If I had my way, I would add Babblers, and call them all chatterers because it sounds to me like all these birds chatter a lot. This bird turns out to be a Red-tailed Bristlebill.

The species is a new one for my life list (list of birds I have seen in my life). The description mentions that it travels in mix species flocks, so I take a look at each bird in the party. There! One of them has a yellow throat. I follow it carefully, and when it turns, I see that it lacks the yellow belly and red tail. It is completely green-brown besides the throat. A quick search shows that this is a Yellow-bearded Greenbul. It moves off into the forest before I can get a good photo of it, but a sighting is okay for now. Meanwhile, I’m baffled that already I’ve seen two bearded birds! Another bird flies past, and I catch a quick glimpse of a yellow belly and chin, and a grey head on an olive green body. This is a Grey-headed Bristlebill. It is gone too fast, too. Another of the party of bulbuls flies out of the forest. It seems to be in less of a hurry than the others, and perches on a vine where I can see. It is a bit smaller than the Yellow-bearded Greenbul, and is a uniform olive green except for the handsome yellow mustache. (I looked it up, and that style is called an A La Souvarov moustache). It turns, calling loudly to the rest of the party, and I see a bright orange legs.¬†This is a ¬†Ain’t no party like a bulbul party, right?

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I hear a mewl from the bushes, and look up quickly, fully expecting to see a medium sized cat lurking there. I squint at the underbrush. The sound moves again, and I see no movement on the ground. Must be a bird. The sound reminds me of a Cinnamon-breasted Rock Bunting, but this is a strictly rocky area and savanna bird, so probably not. After a bit of searching, I see the bird. It is a medium-small bird, and the what I notice immediately is the bright white eye in a dark grey face. It turns and I see a black tail with white patches on either edge. My first thought is that this is a honey-guide, because of that peculiar tail, but it looks like none of the birds on the honey-guide plate. This will have to be an ‘Unidentified’ sighting for now. I enter it as such, and return to observing the bird. It flies to a short tree with little bright orange fruits and begins its breakfast. In a minute, a second one of the same species calls and then joins the first. This one has a dark eye, and is very slightly smaller. This could be a juvenile or a female. This second bird joins the first in the repast. I take hasty shot of the closest one, the adult. These, too, are active birds, never staying put for more than 20 seconds.

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I look again at the honey-guide plate, then increase the count for the species to 2 and return to the party of bulbuls. A different call sounds in the party, and I look at the plates, to check the distribution and perhaps narrow down the species whose calls I will compare. There, on the plate, is the unidentified bird. A Honey-guide Greenbul. Victory! (And luck!) I record the species, and move carefully towards the tree, hoping to get a photo of the juvenile. Both take off and land a short distance away at the edge of the forest. I study my pictures, hoping I had captured them side by side in one. I reach up and pluck a couple of the tiny fruit. Ewlk! It tastes awful! So bitter. These birds must either really be hungry or have acquired a taste for what I assume must be a very medicinal plant. Ewlk!

A group of 10 or so birds fly off from the tree tops a few hundred meters away. I don’t see any details on them but their bellies, which are a creamy white. In keeping with the rest of my sightings, I check the bulbul plates, but none of the details on there help. So many birds have white bellies. Moving away from the Honyeguide fruit tree, I wonder about that. I hear a piping call, quite loud and unashamed. A medium large bird swoops over the tree tops with an odd lilting flight pattern. It beats its wings and climbs a bit, then glides a bit, then repeats this exercise. This style doesn’t seem to deter it, because in a few seconds it is close enough for me to see. It is black besides the white belly, and has a large yellow beak with a splotch of red. It lands near the top of a tall tree, and I take a quick picture.

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And not a moment too soon, because the Pied Hornbill moves out of sight towards the center of the tree. I can hear it calling, but the call is getting more distant by the second. A small bird flies about far above. It is just a dark shape against the bright sky, but the tail is pointy, and the wings long. Likely, all I will ever know about that bird is that it is a swift. There are too many swifts it can be, and the bird will remain high in the sky, ducking and cartwheeling to avoid (imaginary?) predators.

A whistling call comes from the stand of trees on the other side of the clearing where the camp is built. I see a flash of yellow in one of the trees, and advance to the area. There are two species in the trees there! The first one has a forest green back, and a grey head, back and front. It has patches of white on its back, and a gorgeous orange color on its chest shaped like, well, a bib. It moves off quickly before I can verify what it is. This is a bush shrike, whose call is a long, high whistle. The other has a yellow back, but with some areas of black, white and grey, so it looks like there are forest green patches. When it turns, all other details fall away.¬†It has a black head, and against that, a bright orange beak, like a kingfisher’s. I don’t even look at the colors on the belly (honestly, I try, but the face is so striking). I can already tell this is an Oriole. I play its call, and it moves closer moving about in the trees, looking for the source of the call. It somehow carefully keeps its beak behind twigs or in the shadows the whole time.

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I hear more birds calling, and see a path into the forest. I move quickly down the path. A medium sized black bird flies past me and perches on a shrub ahead. It’s chest is the only color on it, a red square. It chatters a bit, reminding me of weavers, and then moves on. Malimbe! I glance at the Malimbe plate, and immediately identify the bird: a Blue-billed Malimbe. The bill had seemed somewhat bluish, but I identify it by the red square. All the malimbes are black with red or yellow features, but the Blue-billed Malimbe is the only one which has only the red chest square. I see movement below the area the Malimbe has just vacated, and see a smallish bird hopping around on the ground. It has a brown head and back, and a grey belly. In keeping with the morning’s theme, I assume it is a bulbul. ¬†I’m right. (It is also too stoic to be a warbler). It turns out to be Baumann’s Greenbul.

It is 8:30 now, so I have to tear myself away from the forest’s edge. I have added 10 new species to my lifelist in an hour and a half, and had barely walked 500 meters. It takes weeks to do that in most other settings. I love this park!¬†Work starts at nine. Time to head back, but I know I will be back this afternoon for sure!

Calling them out

Today I am going into a forest. A mangrove forest. So, basically a swamp. Over the last decade or so, the area has been filled in with debris, rocks, and sand by the local people in order to make suitable platforms for building. And it is working splendidly, if slowly. In a few years it will be dry land, and the mangrove plants will dry out, too.

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The area has already been cut off from the primary water body that supplies the swamp. This is sad, but it only drives me to survey the area while it is still a suitable habitat for mangrove swamp birds, and perhaps record the changing species composition. Every trip here is an adventure because I am not sure what will have changed since the last time I visited.

I step off the road and take a winding path down the hill. The usual Splendid Starlings, Pied Crows, Cattle Egrets, and Common Bulbuls are going about their morning routine around the existing and upcoming housing structures. All three doves that occur here (Red-eyed Dove, Laughing Dove, and Blue-spotted Wood Dove) call from nearby or fly in front of me. I log them in my bird watching app and forge further away from the road.

My reward is an odd sight: a bird sprinting across the land. Odd because if I could fly, why on earth would I walk anywhere?? Especially places I’m in that much of a hurry to get to. It is about the size of a chicken, but not for a second do I mistake it for one of the others I’d seen on the way to this spot. It has a rich grey breast and body with brown wings and back separated by two white lines, green legs visible even from here, and a red beak tipped with yellow. I hasten to get the first bird pic of the day:

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I double check with the book, and verify that this is a Common Moorhen. I love the colors on this bird! I idly wonder if it is related to a Greenshank which has legs the same color, but realize it would most likely be related to the Double Spurred Francolin, another bird which, unreasonably, walks about a lot. I move on, from the spot and the thought.

I have been birding for 20 minutes when I heard it the first time, sharp and ¬†clear, a whistle in three parts: whee-whe-whee! I record the Common Wattle-eye (heard). It’s good to know it’s here!

I see three birds off in the distance, one a beautifully patterned black, grey, and white. It has a tuft of feathers on his lower back that looks like nothing so much as a fluffy grey tutu when it flies. The other two are brown, with subtle streaks on their breasts and necks. This could mean an adult and two juveniles or a male and two females. All three have striking red eyes. They are quite far away, and seem to be involved in a heated exchange, or maybe an exchange of pleasantries. They take off before I get a good shot, but it’s the first time I’ve seen the Northern Puffback here, so I’m pretty excited.

The elusive wattle eye calls again, from a different direction than I was heading in. I change directions. I am determined to see the Common Wattle-eye today. I am a very sight oriented person and birder, and heard records are not my favorites, unless I’ve already seen the bird that day. A trio of sunbirds fly past, chattering away. I drift towards the small tree on which they have perched. No need. The green head and throat on a pale grey breast one tells me that these are Green-headed Sunbirds. The two females have green caps, but no green on their throats like the males. I return to the path to the Wattle-eye, but he has fallen silent now.

I follow a flash of blue, sure of the species before it lands. The orange beak and blue and black pattern on the wing are unmistakable. It finds a nice perch on a mangrove stem and just sits. After a minute of watching it, I lose interest (for shame, what birder is this??) and look around again for other things. I guess this trick works on insects, too, because the kingfisher takes off from his perch then and snatches one up in his beak, and returns to its perch. It whacks the insect against the stick a few times, then eats it. It returns to sitting innocently on the stem. The kingfisher will repeat this exercise often, unless something drives him from his perch or the insects available dwindle.

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This is a Woodland Kingfisher, but many Liberians call this bird a blue-jay. Perfectly understandable, as the blue on his wings is the most distinct thing about him, if you’ve never seen him fish for insects.

I move on, to see a bunch of waterbirds: two more Moorhens, a Squacco Heron, five Intermediate Egrets, and a Western Reef Heron. I walk across a small bridge, and several swallows swoop past, turning wildly in the air around me. It’s difficult to narrow it down to one species, because they are flying past so quickly. All I can see is a flash of white belly and dark blue back. Luckily, one of them perches on a stake a little ways away. I move closer, and note a chestnut colored (rufous) circle on its forehead. Its throat is a cream color in contrast to the white of its breast and belly.

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I’m sure now these are Ethiopian Swallows. I remain uncertain of their number, because they swooped past me so many times I lost count, and had no way of knowing if these were returning individuals. Alas.

A small bird flies ahead of me, and in the stretch of ten seconds, occupied four different positions in the shrubs. Warblers, man. The bird is a dull golden color, with a streaked head and wings. Its eyebrow stripe (supercilium) is a slightly lighter color, and its bottom beak is pale. It has a dark stripe across the eye, and two such almost matching stripes across the wings. I take a quick photo before it disappears behind the foliage again. That’ll have to do for now.

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The bird, a Sedge Warbler, takes off again, obviously in a hurry to mock some other birder. A black and white bird about the size of a phone flies past, keeping close to the waterline. It looks like a small flying zebra. Ridiculous I know, but now that image is stuck in your head. You’re welcome. It hovers above the waterline, dives down, and then perches off in the distance.

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This bird, a Pied Kingfisher, is one the largest hovering birds. Most birds fly, obviously, or soar on the currents, but this Kingfisher is the largest of those few birds that truly hover. Hovering in birds refers to beating their wings in a way that allows them to remain aloft in one position for a period of time. The hummingbirds of the Americas are the smallest hovering birds.

It has been an hour, and I must start to return the way I had come, along a different path. I want to see the wattle-eye, because I haven’t seen this species in Liberia before, and because I assume that if they were calling to each other, one of them must be a female. I’d never seen the female of the species before. I go to the music folder on my phone, and search ‘wattle-eye’. The search results gives several, but I select ‘Brown-throated Wattle-eye’. The bird is odd because this name is taken from the female. Many birds are named for the males, you see. Pin-tailed Whydah, Scarlet-chested Sunbirds, Citrine Wagtails, Red-shouldered Cuckoo-Shrike, Northern Red Bishops, Red-cheeked Cordon bleus, and ¬†Indigobirds are all species whose females have none of the nominate features. Basically, if I see a flamboyantly colored bird, I assume it is a male.

The call plays from my phone, a slightly different one than I’ve been hearing. I hold still. It sounds again, and a few of the distant wattle-eyes respond. Victory! It seems the calls are similar enough. ¬†A minute later, I see a smallish black and white bird fly into a thick bush nearby. It is tilts its head so and so. The wattle-eye is named for the red features around the eyes. It has a white belly and black back and collar, and a white streak across the wings. This is a male, because his throat is a clean white above the black collar. The call sounds from my pocket again. He responds with a strong whee-wee-whee! He tilts his head this way, searching for the challenger or perhaps, potential mate. As he gets closer, his call becomes louder and more insistent. I guess he must have decided that this was a challenge.¬†Because that is all this could be. Why would another Wattle-eye be calling in his territory. In my territory? I’ll show you! Every time the call sounds, it is a challenge, and he meets it by returning a louder and more melodious call. Whee-wee-whee! This is war! Show yourself, come out here and sing to me like a bird! And he postures atop the bush, furiously whistling at his invisible foe.¬†Eventually, I bow out graciously. After taking about thirty photos. ūüôā

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I am still wrapped in the haze of my victory when I hear the buzz of a prinia. My head snaps that way. All I see is a shaking bush. I know that within is a Tawny-flanked Prinia mocking me just out of sight, with an almost intentional shaking of the bushes, so much movement for such a small bird. At least it is giving me more than the Wattle-eye had initially. I could stare at the bushes until I catch a glimpse of the shaker, but why should I? I know how to deal with this problem now.

A half minute later, the call of the prinia rings out from my phone, ‘dwe-dwedwe-dwedwe’. A bush shakes to the left, and I turn. The call sounds again, and a little grey head pokes out of the bushes. The call sounds a third time, a faster variant, and the prinia in the bush responds. Dwedwe! It wasn’t a challenge, it seemed more like a ‘who’s there?’ He remains there long enough for me to take his photo, then I stop the playback and he returns to his foraging exercise.

I must return, too, to the road.As I cross the small bridge again, the Sedge Warbler alights on the debris below, and ignoring me, begins to look for food. I take some photos from 10 meters away. :)))))

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I greet the builders as I move out, already planning the next trip. This has been a good day for swamp birds.

 

A dayful of forest Birds: Part 2

The forest is quieter this afternoon. I move into the forest, on my newly discovered path. I wonder if I will see any birds. As that thought crossed my mind, there comes the sound of flapping wings, and a bird moves away from me into a tangle of bushes ahead. I stare hard at the place where it had landed. I am pleasantly surprised to see a dark eye staring back at me. Perfectly still but for the craning my neck, I watch the bird. It has a beautiful blue-grey face, but I don’t see very much else of it. It takes off as suddenly as it had the first time, in a flash of rich brown and grey. I note the demarcation of grey on its head, and body shape. This is one of the doves, and a new one for me. It is a Blue-headed Wood Dove. I guess I had missed the green patch on the wing in its hurry. Already I am heartened and glad I came out into the forest this afternoon.

I spot a small bird moving around in a high shrub just ahead. It is yellow and white, and small, probably small enough to fit comfortably in my hand, and appears very immersed in its task of pecking at the trunk of the tall shrub-like tree. I move closer, and it flies off again. I have an idea what it might be, so I play the bird’s call on my phone and wait. Immediately I hear several responses to the last sound in the loop. A few minutes later the bird, or another just like it, returns. It responds to the call, twitching this way and that way to find the caller. I get a closer look at it: It is yellow, green, and white. The wings and head are olive-green, the face and derriere yellow, and the breast white. Its beak is dark and so are the eyes, and it has orange legs. I take a few shots.

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I stop the call and the Yellow-browed Camaroptera remains a few seconds, then flies off again. I start to move again, but stop as another small bird flies in. It appears to have come here in response to the call, because it doesn’t seem to be feeding. It has a sunbird’s bill, but it appears quite large. The top mandible is dark, and the bottom one is a bit pale close to the head. It is completely olive-green, the belly slightly lighter than the back, and has no other colors. This is an Olive Sunbird. I look in the book, and notice an orange spot on the wing in the illustration, but when I look up again, the bird is gone.

I move on, past the small opening, and come to a stand of tall and thin trees. There are many species flying around here, and calling. I focus on the small one about half way up the closest tree. It is about the size of the camaroptera, and has a black cap, white throat and neck, and black breast and wings on a white belly. I take it for a batis or wattle eye, but the female flying next to him quickly helps me make the choice. This one has a grey cap, brown wings, a white belly, and a light dusting of rust on the throat and breast in the same shape as that of the male’s black bib. This is a wattle-eye, specifically, a Chestnut Wattle-eye. They are too far away for a picture. ūüė¶ I focus on a bigger bird next for that very reason. This is a bird twice the size of the wattle eyes, but it looks almost three or four times the size because of its long tail. It has a beautiful rick reddish-brown body and a black head with a short crest poking off the back of it. It’s bill is a lighter shade of black, noticeable because of the strong black of its head.

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This is a Red-Bellied Paradise Flycatcher. Higher up I see the Black-headed Oriole from this morning again, but it is no more willing to pose than it had been then. There is a dead stump sticking out from one of the trunks, and staring at it, I realize that what I had taken for an extension of the trunk is the breast of a woodpecker peeking around it. The green-brown blends perfectly with the rotting bark, and the light spots on it seem like fungus. It moves off, drills at a section of the tree, and returns to the dead stump. That is probably its nest. My hunch is confirmed a second later when it disappears into the stump not to return for the rest of my stay in the forest. Ah, well. I record the buff spotted woodpecker, and look for other birds in this tiny hot spot. Instead I hear the bushes ahead shift and a guttural call sounds. I move quickly towards the area, expecting a large ground-dwelling bird (Nkulengu Rail, Nkulengu Rail, I chant in my head). I get closer, and the sound comes again. A large bird flies up from the undergrowth and I see a flash of colors, green, blue, red. Wow! It lands in a¬†tree ahead, and I notice a yellow bill on a green head. It’s color pallet already gave away its family, and the yellow bill the species. The turaco has a green head with a thin white and black line on top. The wings are blue, and the red I had seen below peek out from under the wings. Its tail is hidden, but I know it is also blue. It moves into the foliage before I can get a picture.

I hope to get a picture of the Olive sunbird, and play the camaroptera’s call again. A small bird flies past me, and lands near a vine with flowers on it. My heart leaps, but this is not the Olive Sunbird. I hold still and watch it anyway. It is a small sunbird, with a yellow belly, and a green breast and head. The green looks almost bejeweled. Two others join it and they begin to call to one another. These others have more yellow and move around a lot. I focus on the one that is sitting and take a quick shot. 6 Sunbird

I stop the call when it becomes repetitive and the three Collared Sunbirds fly off. I move on. Movement high in a tree draws my attention. A small bird which reminds me a lot of a prinia is moving around the leaves near the outer edge. I watch the area for a while, and catch several quick glances before it takes off. It has a rufous brown head and a greyish neck. Its eyes are bright in a greyish face. It has a prinia’s tail, noticeable because it swishes it around a lot. But this bird is not a prinia. The flycatchers are another species which have long tails, so I check the plate, and there! This was a Chestnut-capped Flycatcher.

I am surprised to note that I have already been in the forest for an hour and a half. I start heading back to the camp. I have As I do, a bird calls, a turaco from the sound, but unlike the turacos I know. I move out of the forest and towards the stand of trees on the road to the camp where they are moving around. They are large birds, about the size of my torso, plus their long tails. ¬†The turacos are beautiful, with their blue-green bodies. They have large crests on their heads, in a much darker shade than the rest of the body, grey faces, and it has a parrot’s yellow beak, tipped with a dash of red lipstick. I miss the lime green belly and red underparts, but there is no mistaking these birds.¬†They fly off one, two, three as I approach, but the last one takes its time, so I snap a quick photo from afar.

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I am quite satisfied with the birds of today, but even walking back to the camp, I see more. A bird peeks out from a bush close to the building which houses the offices. It has a completely grey body except for the beautifully matched shade of its green wings. I have seen this bird before, but I am surprised by how different it looks. This is a Grey-Backed Camaroptera! It moves into the bush, and familiar with this species, I move on. Another small bird flies over the roof of one of the structures to perch in a tree close by. It is a light shade of olive green, and has a dull cream colored belly and throat. The black beak blends with the thin dark mask across the eyes, and there is a light stripe above this. It looks up, and briefly appears to have an orange bill.I watch it for a little while, but conclude that this was a trick of the light. It moves around, conforming to its Warbler heritage. 5 Hylia

I record the Green Hylia and let my mind wander, still listening and watching for other birds. I vow to go deeper into the forest on my next trip. There lie undiscovered (probably) species of birds and beasts. I turn to watch the sunset over the trees.