In the misty forests of Coorg, morning broke with the scent of coffee blossoms and the hum of life hidden among the trees. As sunlight filtered softly through the canopy, the forest awoke in golden whispers.

Amid this calm beauty, a gentle flutter caught my eye — the Yellow-browed Bulbul, perched gracefully on a mossy branch. Its bright yellow feathers glowed against the green, and its sweet, clear call echoed through the hills like a melody of joy.

It was pure poetry — the blend of light, song, and silence. It reminded me that in Coorg, every sunrise carries a song, and every bird adds a note to nature's endless symphony.