I have built a terrific friendship with one of them in last year. It intended to lead me to its home for a cup of coffee. Unfortunately the plan was spoiled by a passer-by.
This Babbler was quite noisy this morning. And because of the sound, I was able to trace its whereabouts. It blended into the environment so well that nobody could find except me. It then replaced sound with actions once I was seen holding a camera; it knew that I could not record video with my DSLR.
It continued puffing its throat out in order to tell me its name is right, or because of the name, it had to keep puffing. It did so much without knowing its image may be at risk. A Babbler is supposed to be a beautiful bird.
We may sometimes fall into a similar trap. But if this can make other happier, what is wrong being a joker sometimes?