Mushrooms climb up a tree

I do not know why I have this odd feeling.

What do you see in the above picture? They are of course orange fruits atop a tropical tree. I am fully agree with you.

But I am a mushroom addict.

When these mushrooms took the effort to climb uphill while I was inside the jungle just now, I cannot help but have to think that these orange fruits are also climbing up a tree. It is crazy to get everybody with me in a hiking mood. But if going back to both pictures, am I wrong to say so?

Are the orange fruits the mushrooms in disguise? They accompany me all the way from the jungle to this undergrowth.

So, this is a mushroom, I insist, at Cerok Tokun.

A different Cycad Blue

A monkey at Cerok Tokun still looks the same monkey no matter how much I move around, but not a butterfly. A butterfly can change its appearance within a second and I was always confused that this was then another new species.

I had taken many shots of a Cycad Blue in my garden; that is to say, I must have known this little critter very well.

I found a new couple of thumbnail-sized butterflies fluttering about at Cerok Tokun this morning. I was of course not able to capture those butterflies in flight, so I went after them and waited for them to perch on the grasses. I bet they would do that, and in fact they did.

It was a plain silvery blue one without any complicated design. This looked nothing attractive in the wild.

When one of them put its wings together, it magically changed itself into a Cycad Blue. At the same time, it did also clear my doubt on why there is a Blue in its name. This has aroused my interest to go after butterflies, one after another in the near future.

A butterfly looks differently at different times, we are alike. It flaps to change, we put on clothes in order to change ourselves dramatically, and to look better.

If You Are Reluctant To Tell Stories

It is fun to see a bird on the jungle floor. It is even more excited to walk along with it.

We walked for about twenty feet, just like old friends do. And it went foraging occasionally while I was a mere spectator.

I did not talk for all the time, but this Puff-throated Babbler seemed to lean its head in such a way wanted to listen from me.

"I am too shy to tell stories outside my blog; sorry for that, my friend."

" No, no, not again. My stories always stuck when coming face-to-face with somebody. You will not succeed with your trick. "

"OK, I fully agree. You have a good voice to sing me a sweet song, and you are a brave bird."

(And somehow I know by now those were your songs that I used to listen in the jungle).

A Sleepy Cycad Blue

Can you tell whether it is a sleepy butterfly? I can't tell by its eyes. Do the low lying antennae hint anything? It is seven o'clock in the evening right now. No, I am not at Cerok Tokun. I have just reached home from work, and found this little Cycad Blue in my garden.

It is seven o'clock right now. Is a butterfly feeling sleepy at seven o'clock?

It is not dancing around or nectar-feeding on end on the colourful flowers. It moves its body frequently for a good sleeping position like we do.

"There are 2 species of Cycad Blue found in peninsular Malaysia - pandava and lajus. The latter has no tails, and is more heavily spotted on the underside." This Cycad Blue is then a pandava.

It is very big in the picture, it is actually as big as my thumbnail.

But most importantly, it seems so tired and would never want to fly anymore. It certainly wants a good rest after a long day of flying.

It must be very sleepy by now.

Stripe-throated Bulbul

I love ferns, and I love the moment they start to unfold, this is when secrets start to reveal. I saw a white spider last time.

I see a fast flying object leaving the coil of fortune this time.

A Stripe-throated Bulbul has been freed. A new life starts.

I do not have any idea how long it has been held inside, but this bulbul does require a few stops for muscle relaxation before really making a strong flight.

It seems to clear its throat by making some "za za za" sound, and then sings a short note whereby I am its first fan.

After the third stop, it is now fully ready to head towards the darkness where it will orientate itself before rejoin this new bright world.

When another fern unfolds, what can I expect? I am eager to find out.