17 & 18th June, 2014
A Poor Visit of Poring Hot Spring
Poring Hot Spring during my visit of one-and-a-half days was full of visitors hungry for its sulphurous spring water bath. I, the lone birdwatcher, did not feel well about the first afternoon when it started to rain heavily around four till midnight.
I started at about six in the morning, along a three-and-a-half kilometre uphill trail that reached Langanan Waterfall, a scenic spot for energetic visitors.
The trail zig-zagged up passing through chiefly primary forest. The trees, some enormously big in my eye were all tall but the day being overcast after yesterday afternoon heavy rain, become effective shield of sunlight that made the surroundings gloomy. Birds were heard most of the way, but mostly refused to fly around or perch within good view distance. A barely identifiable Grey-headed babbler and a Thick-billed spiderhunter are birds that helped keep my spirit up. A Brown-backed flowerpecker, a small sight at a distance of more than fifteen metres looked challenging for identification. Perching and pecking at a comparatively thick bough for about a minute, looked dull brown-backed with featureless dull underbody. Judging from its thicker than average bill and dull body alone, I would have mistaken it to be a kind of small finch. But the habitat, its calls and a quick search of my memory suggested strongly it being a flowerpecker. Thumbing over Meyer's helped find its proper name.
When I reached the three-point-five Km mark, I stopped to search for the fabulous tree producing berries that feed Hose broadbills in the mornings. Surely there were clusters of red fruit on the tree, but no broadbills after waiting for about half an hour and another fifteen minutes when I trailed downhill.
Whenever there was clear sight of the sky and open view I stopped to search for birds, but I managed just to have a brief sight of two Wreathed hornbills sweeping up air audibly and uttering something like hon, hon, hon...calls.
It was in late afternoon that I found a Grey-chested jungle flycatcher at the side of the Bamboo Garden, flying out from some tall trees on my far right side, seeming to come offering me consolation. A kind bird indeed.
A next-morning short-duration morning sally around the bottom area of the park produced a Chestnut-backed scimitar-babbler and with it ended my visit.
S L Tai