The usual gathering of sunbirds, bulbuls, doves, weaverbirds, kingfishers and parrots were out entertaining on a brilliant Thursday afternoon. A staccato black and white pattern flutters across the garden, disappearing into a thicket at the end of the drive. I thought maybe the Pin-tailed Whydah was back, a little chickadee-like bird dragging an oversize ribbon of black tail too long to manage. But no, this had a long white tail, and slightly larger. Not knowing what was perched in our garden, I went out for a closer look and was surprised to see the African Paradise flycatcher pass me by on its way to another tree in the garden. With an unusual flight pattern, more like a gallup through the air, it flutters and swoops across the garden, its long tail flowing behind in a blur of white. An energetic little bird, it rarely pauses long enough for a picture before it is off again to another bush on a search for insects.
And now today, as I write my little story, it comes back to visit, perhaps to remind me of its beauty, poking among the vines of passion fruit, hovering in a flash of black and white. It sits long enough for me to make another picture before traipsing off through the treetops.
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