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Meandered up the slope at the Taipokau Nature Reserve on the first day of the year 2013, an image of a dark tail sprang up and down behind a trunk on my right hand side.  I stopped in front of a night-scented Lily allowing the giant leaves covered most part of my body.  Soothing my breath I waited placidly until the bird conceded to my presence.  Slowly she unveiled her black forehead lores white flecks and a dark brown body from behind the leaves.  The black-throated laughingthrust gazed at me with her reddish eyes, burst open her bill to cry huk-huk huk-huk before took wing up the slope towards the Nature Trail.       

I felt my body turned featherweight, my ankle trod through the branches at the apex of the tree, the Nature Trail shrank like the shape of an earthworm, the guard post diminished into match-box size, only if I could have a pair of strong wings.