We'll have a comfortable flight.
“The coast is clear.”
“For now. What if they come back?”
“Aiyah... if you want to do it, you might as well do it now when they are still away.”
“I can’t even see them!”
“What the… they’re in there! How can you not see them?”
“It’s kind of dark in there lah. And those leaves are obstructing my view!”
“Here, I’ll turn the pot this way…”
“Don’t touch it!... Oh, no! Their mum and dad are back! I don’t want to have feathers in front of my face like what they did to me the last time…”
“Faster lah, and be done with it.”
So that was the half-hearted attempt at getting a good shot of the (two) hatchlings, while being perched precariously atop a wooden stool, which was still not high enough for me to peek into the nest.
Who would have thought that something this… ugly would grow up to be one of the most beautiful creatures on the planet?
And you would think that a lesson has already been learned when we read The Ugly Duckling.
I cannot wait to see them take their wings to the sky.