Genus Copsychus

In the afternoon, everything around seems to be silent, only the gentle sway of the wind and the soft sounds of nature can be heard. In a corner of the vegetable garden, a banyan tree covered with green leaves casts a dense shadow. In that shady place, a small doyel bird sits on a mound of earth. Its shiny black feathers are sparkling in the sun. Again, when it appears in the shade, it appears pitch black. The white part of its chest and belly is as bright as clean paper. With its narrow beak and small eyes, it observes its surroundings in a cautious manner. Sometimes the wind shakes with a light flap of its wings, and sometimes it waves its tail and calls in a sweet melody. The bird's position behind the leaves of the surrounding creeping trees seems even more charming. In the quiet afternoon nature, this presence of doyel has brought a wonderful touch of vitality and beauty to the environment. I too had come there at this tiring moment for a little need. However, for some reason, seeing the strong sun, I stopped in a shady place. I kept observing the doyel. Then I started taking photos of him. Because I noticed that if I could take a photograph of this wonderful dowel, the girls would like it. Because the dowel was close to me at that time. So I started taking photos at that opportunity.