It was a Couple of days before my recent Goa visit. A heavenly call of a bird broke my sleep around 5:45 a.m. I was lying in the bed under a cozy quilt but I couldn’t resist myself to get up. It was a midline of the end of the night and a new daybreak. The clouds were masking the Sun.
I grabbed my camera and climbed down the stairs praying in my mind for getting to see it if I was about to see some cute bird.
I reached the car parking from where the continual sweet sound was coming and I held my breath. It was him: Blue Flycatcher.
Its lean and frail female was flying to and fro from our neighbor’s; Keni Aajji’s outside veranda. She was little lighter in colors with a slender neck.
It is thier breeding season and she was religiously into building her nest with her partner. She julienned some tiny pieces of coir from a dry coconut that had fallen into Keni Aajji’s yard the previous night. Then she took them inside Keni Ajji’s veranda and put them at the top of the shoe rack. She was working tirelessly.
In the meantime, the deep vibrant-colored male was sitting nearby where the female was and guarding her. He was singing aloud. She did not sing as mush as he did. Maybe because she was completely busy for bringing up her nest and he was comparatively free.
He came close to me at an unbelievable distance and kept sitting on the fence for quite some time.
His overt loud chirping around me showed that he wanted to shoo me away from that place.
It was breezing lightly. I sat next to the car on the ground and observed them both. They were so small, yet so occupied in their duties. They were working together for their next generation. I have no idea if Blue Flycatchers were the true monogamous romancers like Hornbills, Cranes, or Love-birds; but their act of dedication as a couple seemed very romantic.
The Sun appeared partially from behind the clouds. I resistantly took their leave. My day was made indeed!