I just had breakfast, listening to a bird choir, right outside my window. There were, when I counted, a tree pie, two racket-tailed drongos, 4 common mynas and a host of jungle babblers, talking and quarrelling, with a little squirrel (chipmunk) who had the cheek to come to where they were rooting around in the ground. Also, as part of the choir, though not visible, were the' kutroo, kutroo' calls of brown-headed barbets. Whatever I ate tasted like ambrosia, with such beautiful background music.
Truly a beautiful breakfast.
