Drongos (
Dicrurus macrocercus)) are everywhere in Mamandur, and after a while you stop paying attention to them, which is a pity because they are rather interesting, fearless and lively birds.
With their forked tails, quick swoops and darts, they are unmistakeable, and their calls are distinct as well.
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They sat on the cattle, and on these goats, on the lookout for insects and grubs. |
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One morning though, this one caught my attention, lurking in the shadows, in what, to me, appeared very uncharacteristic of a drongo - being inactive and shy. |
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I was convinced it was not a drongo. Where was the forked tail? And what are these brown feathers on the rear? |
On return, I learnt that drongos moult between June and October, in south India, losing their tail fork! And this was most definitely a black drongo, identified with the white rictal spot. The los of the primary feathers had revealed the colours of the inner feathers.
And so it was that I learnt something new about the black drongo.
I am sure by this time, he has got his feathers back, and is probably swooping and zipping though the foliage of Mamandur once more.