It’s the season of arsonists running amok here. ‘Flame of the forest’ suddenly takes on a new significance. Every day, we’re all ready with our hose pipes and green branches to beat out the fires. Sniffing constantly for smoke and listening for the crackle. Fortunately, they die out fairly quickly. So far anyway, fingers crossed.
Strangely, even these horrible events have some compensation. And that’s watching the fun that the insectivorous birds get out of it – the rollers, swallows and drongos. There’s such an air of excitement as they dart around, they’ve clearly been waiting all year for this. Among all the flames and smoke, up fly the insects, and down swoop the birds.
I wish I could get some better pics, but here’s what I have.