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....

September 7, 2017 · 3 min · Santhosh Krishnamoorthy