We’ve been getting too many knocks on the windows during lockdown. This series is dedicated to these neighbours.
Ever met those black coats who gather in huge numbers to discuss important matters, dissent on everything, protest for everything, speak all at once for hours, and then go away without discussing anything worthwhile? The sharp eyes, the curt manner, the voice that doesn’t accept ‘No’ for an answer…
Ever so often, they campaign for a cause. They knock on the door, squawk a curt greeting and cry “Vote, vote, vote” and hurry away before I can understand anything.
Not sure if they expect a reply. My voice won’t carry that far anyway.
Author’s note: I always believed Myna as uninteresting until I moved to Baghpat. For the first time, I noted the subtle differences between the various myna breeds that frequent the area. I don’t have decent shots of all types but here are a few.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 
this is the one I loved ! the mynahs remind me so much of the magpies that continually congregate outside our back door; I’ve written a number of posts about them, mostly humorous but one slightly sinister ‘The Drabble’ published — and no, I can’t remember what it was called
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That’s sad. Sinister Mynah would make an alluring read.
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I’ll see if I can think what it’s called: will let you know 🙂
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