The raider and the myna
While ambling along the backwaters, winding through the magical mangroves of Sundarbans, we moved past a dry stump of a tree. Something caught our eyes. There was something, like a tail, dangling down from the top of it. There also seemed to be a lot of commotion among a flock of jungle mynas close by. They were vigorously calling and flying around the same tree stump. We were sure that something was up and turned our boat towards it....