(not so) angry birds

I’ve been house-sitting a lovely place for a good friend since late last year. After two and a half years living in an apartment, the transition brought many terrestrial adjustments. We have cats crossing from the front to back all the time, frogs, caterpillars appearing on the bench and the star of this blog post, birds nesting in the garden!

My “deprived childhood” growing up with a concrete garden (cemented floor!) became evident when I mistook the nest for a frog sitting on one of the hanging pots of fern, jumping out each time we water it at night. It turned out to be a Yellow-vented Bulbul’s nest, as identified by Colin Nicholas aka CNpedia.

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“Ek ek ek ek”

It made a lot of ruckus all day long as the chicks explored their vocal range, calling for more food. I made myself (un)comfortable by the window whenever I had some time, trying to get some shots of my feathered housemates.

Both parents tirelessly spend the entire day feeding their little chicks. Here are some of their delectable meals, beak-picked by mommy and daddy.

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Le Worm

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Uuu… grasshopper.

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A fuzzy caterpillar.

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Open wide!

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And down it goes.

This photos reminds me a little of a family horror story we like to share. My grandfather used to chew peanuts, spit it out and feed it to my brother when he was a baby. He probably invented peanut butter. Oh yeah, pretty gross indeed.

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And off it goes again to look for more food.

Spending many sweaty sessions peaking out the window through my zoom lens brought me back to my childhood days when evenings were reserved for play time on the street, spending hours terrorizing stray animals and observing those that are hard to reach; like turtles in a pond in someone’s house. Watching these Yellow-vented Bulbuls made me appreciate the animal kingdom beyond the restaurant menu, a feeling I’ve become more and more distant from, from daily desensitization in my little urban/ city/ internet bubble.

I can also see why so many cartoons and games are inspired from these little creatures. Just looking at this fat chick makes me want to laugh (also because it makes me feel like I should slingshoot it into a group of pigs).

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Oh they grow up so fast… (sob)

My feathered family have already left the nest. While I now have peace and quiet all day without crying chicks right at my doorstep, every time I hear birds singing I look out hoping they would once again share my home with me if even just for a little while.

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More on the Yellow-vented Bulbuls here (“it is said that it is almost impossible NOT to see Yellow-Vented Bulbuls” in this region).

And check out more photos of my feathered friends here.

Welcome!

I decided to start a blog to share a little more through photography and writing. Many of the first few entries would be a reflection of places I’ve been to in the last few years through my work with indigenous and marginalized communities.

Many thanks to fabulous Mike Tee from Density Professional for the customization of this website.