a case of mistaken identity

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

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