The next morning dawned bright, warm earthy scent wafting subtly through the still chilled air. I left for some early morning birding with our nice co-tourists, who warmly welcomed me to their group. What followed is still one of my best birdwatching experiences. We went back on the same trail we had gone by last evening. A curious Blue Whistling Thrush came by just as we reached the beginning point, as if to welcome us. The Black Drongos were keeping the forest alive as usual, and a Streaked Spiderhunter gave us a fleeting glance.
The next morning dawned brighter, and a pale sunlight coloured the slopes in a warm hue. A lazy morning walk in the village was followed by a disappointing and even maddening incident when I missed seeing the Rufous Necked Hornbill by a hair. By the time I came to know and went running to the spot, the power couple was already gone.