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Rabin Prasad Kalita


A pair of Blue Throated Barbet was planning to have chicks. They scouted for a good tree to make a nest and finally decided upon a dry dead tree in front of our courtyard just across the road. The birds were in a hurry to hollow out a cavity nest according to size. My wife and I kept an eye on their daily progress, even recording their activities with a camera. The birds were least bothered with our spying. By the end of the second day a beautiful cavity nest was more or less ready. But the happiness of the birds is short-lived. On the third day as I reached home from work, I noticed a dejected look in my wife. She mourned the fate of that pair of Barbet. The tree where the unfortunate pair of barbet drew their dreams to deliver and raise their chicks was felled by…