I asked one puff-throated Babbler if it was alone this morning. It twittered back in a short, followed by a long, and completed in a medium note; this was how an old man talked to a bird normally.
Then I heard twittering every where, as how we used to experience in the Internet.
The "butters" that flew, though did not have a twitter account, always made themselves clear in the eyes of a beholder like me, before merging into the lush green.
When a "dragon" was followed, it was fun to know I was not the only paparazzi around, and I may be famous because of the photographs taken, and shall be followed too.
This repeats every week when I leaf through Cerok Tokun.