it felt so boring, sitting so idle, that i am so NOT used to. plus, my parents wouldn’t let me go out of the house. PLUS. ALL the work, that i’d planned to do, SUDDENLY seemed to disappear.:\
there is so much impatience running in me. and sitting that ways did not help the day to become any better. there wasn’t anything ‘happening’ happening.
so, i grumpily got up, cursing my life.people.things..blahblahblah. and went and sat down at my window side. i hoped to get out. EXPLORE>> but everything in vain.:\ i couldn’t take it any longer. the patience.it had just reached saturation.alarm bells toll. i HAD to leave.NOW!!! as i turned back to stand up.i heard something.a twitter..
looked back. out of the window. i heard again. “what was that? where’s that coming from??”
i began searching..“come on!! where are you..why don’t i see you?!!”
couldn’t find it. “URGGGGHHH!!”
i stood up.“im leaving. You hear me?? i am LEAVING!!”
as i prepared to leave, i glanced outside, once more..in a hope that it’d reveal itself.
SHUK! there it was.
right in front of my eyes. its wings glistening in the setting sun. swinging right up.down.up.down.doooowwn.up. thats how it sounded. it sung again.
jumping off the bed in a hurry, my leg, twisted, it hurt. But something in me said “You’re so NOT going to capture it again. the way you can.NOW!!” So. i stood up. Got my camera in a rush.
ohkay.Hush.stay still. and clicked some more. Before it finally flew off.
The name of the bird is RED VENTED BULBUL
It is resident breeder in tropical southern Asia from India and Sri Lanka east to Burma and southwestern China.
when i googled it, i got some added knowledge about it.
The Red-vented Bulbul is easily identified by its short crest giving the head a squarish appearance. The body is dark brown with a scaly pattern while the head is darker or black. The rump is white while the vent is red. The black tail is tipped in white. The Himalayan races have a more prominent crest and are more streaked on the underside.
This is a bird of dry scrub, open forest, plains and cultivated lands. In its native range it is rarely found in mature forests.
They breed from June to September.
They are important dispersers of seed of plants.
Lastly, what Hugh Whistler, an English ornithologist working in India said about them was
“Indians frequently tame it and carry it about the bazaars, tied with a string to the finger or to a little crutched perch, which is often made of precious metals or jade; while there are few Europeans who do not recollect Eha’s immortal phrase anent the red patch in the seat of its trousers.”