I almost missed the flight. The noise in the garden sounded like two supermodels fighting – lots of hissing and spitting and maybe a glint of long fingernails. If I ever saw take off it was going to be a bumpy flight. I could not see exactly where the two cat-walkers were but I soon found out.
The crescendo of vulgarity reached its peak and a large bird exploded out of the bushes and belly-flopped onto the hedge top. I missed that with the camera of course. And there sat the Coucal, blinking in the sun and refusing to look at the lens. I took a few shots anyway before it flounced off in a huff and buried itself far away in more and deeper foliage. I never saw the second bird.
Oh, and here is the red-eye.