Today is my last day in Ghumtigaon and I will return back to Kolkata by an evening train. Since the morning the sky is fully covered with thick layers of clouds and fogs. For me it was a long wait for the Hornbills but without any outcome. Then I went down towards the Murti River. A Slaty-backed Forktail was hopping behind some large stones in the cold breeze.
I saw Black-crested Bulbuls and Redstart close to that place. There were many butterflies also. All were colourful. By this time I started to believe that Ghumtigaon is a village in the lap of the north Eastern Himalayas which is full of biodiversity where the sal, teak and shimul trees stand tall and provide shelter for the living creatures, the orange orchards of which provides serenity, where we can see the cohabitants of the grasslands and the stones and the pebbles and can listen to the symphonies made by the various sweet chirping of so many birds. At that moment there came a phone call from Kartabya telling me that the Hornbills had arrived and were sitting in the teak tree just in front of the Post office.
Slaty-backed Forktail
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