My Guests, A Tailor bird Family (Part III)

This high pitch calling of the tailorbird which had already lingered for more than two weeks was so obvious to me now, so much so that I could tell where they were the moment I woke up. And because of the calling, I did not have any problem to spot them wherever they were, the only problem was to put them into pictures because they were sometimes too far away from me.

I was at my car porch when the tailorbird was calling in my neighbor’s garden. Both of us struggled. It struggled because I was assumed to be a threat on its way to the nest. I struggled as whether to leave it alone or not.

Then came the male who could not help to break the deadlock too; though both sexes are very identical, the male Tailorbird has a long central tail feather which I had a hard time to identify, but I strongly believed that it was a male. And Ann, I am sure the male tailorbird is never like some of us: go gallivanting when he is needed at home. He does take turn to feed the baby birds.

The chicks enjoyed a variety of food that includes caterpillars, grasshoppers, bugs and so on. I do not know whether to feel proud about this: my neighbourhood is full of all these.

“Please go away”.

“Yes, I am done. I am leaving now”.

“See you.”