The Whistling Schoolboy.....

The Whistling schoolboy

From the gorge above Gangotri

Down to Kochi above the sea,

The whistling thrush keeps singing

His constant melody.

He was a whistling schoolboy once,

Who heard Lord Krishna's flute,

And tried  to play the same sweet tune,

But struck a faulty note.

Said Krishna to the erring youth:

A bird you must become,

And you shall whistle all your days

Until your song is done .    

By Ruskin Bond...

     

I was sitting outside my tent and feasting on banana chips a glossy blue  black winged bird flew and perched on a branch very close to where i was sitting......

After a few minutes gathered the courage and came closer .....

Not scared of human presence came close pecked on the banana chips gave a  solo performance of her whistling skills and  flew.....My short encounter with the whistling schoolboy.

Dense oak forests echoed of whistling call.... It is a song that never fails to cast a spell on you. Rambling in the wild spotted the glistening blue feeding on berries , shouldered flecked with white..sturdy black legs and yellow beak...

The whistle of the school boy..!

Happy Birding..!