Every morning even before the alarm went, the birds are heard far away, chirping and chattering.
But amidst all the loud yet cherished chorus, there stood apart a voice, a shrill and sharp whistle- with a tune!
“Oh! it must be the milk man”, I thought, “who whistled while he went.”
And thus would I have continued in blissful ignorance, if it wasn’t for hubby who corrected saying that it wasn’t the milk-man but this little guy! 🙂
In picture : The Common Hawk Cuckoo