On a distant tree Silhouette of a heron Against the dawn sky.

From the undergrowth The hungry rail emerges Food is on its mind.

The call of nature Male on top of the female Mating hornbill style.

Towards the dead tree The eagle makes its descent No food in its claws.

Starlings are hated For they inflict damages On many ripe fruits.

Two herons seek refuge In the shade of the big tree From the stiffling heat.

Perched on a seaside rock The heron strikes with great speed The fish is faster.

High up in the air Eagle is chasing heron Avian bullying.

Strange feat in midair Two kingfishers locking bills A clash for power?

A frenzy is on Pelicans make the first move It is feeding time.