A bird with a bubbly, tremulous call.
The baked clay tiles of the roof slowly cooled down after the soothing hugs of the raindrops, the entire cottage was nippy. Me and my friends slowly stepped out of this cozy room for our nocturnal birding. I looked like a libra icon, having my binoculars and bag hanging on either sides of my shoulders. The care-takers advised us to keep on roads, as they suspected sloth bears after a downpour. Being surrounded by towering mountains and atypical calls I was rest assured that my expedition of birding will have effectual outcome. With such positivity I left the cottage and stepped onto the car. The car slowly progressed, we were five in the car. I occupied the window seat behind equipped with a powerful torch and a binocular. "Here", "Something's there!", "Oh! What's that glittering" were all the phrases used by my enlivened mates. With my head straight outside the window, I was just able to hear these phrases without seeing their excit