With the exodus of our neighbours to pastures fruitier, the mango season has officially come to an end.
That sadly means curtains for the daily spectacle outside my kitchen window. But look who got invited to a final farewell feast!!
A very, very shy and skittish female Asian Koel (Eudynamys scolopaceus), that had been skulking around for months, in search of suitable host nests (for her parasitic brood). The allure of that luscious, half eaten mango proved irresistible however, and she succumbed long enough for me to get an eyeful.
Her inky black, macho mate thought it beneath his dignity to even grace my backyard with his presence, and remained on his perch on the gulmohar tree out front, summoning her every few minutes, with his raucously melodious whistle.
And along with what seemed like a nursery full of male heirs, ruined my sleep all season! I know it sounds like sour grapes, but I really should be happy the mango season is finally over…
