It was raining at Mt. Makiling a good part of this day. At about half past three in the afternoon, the drizzle stopped. And the sun peered through the clouds, seemingly wanting to help clear the fog that was clouding my lens.
Within minutes, the air was full of fascinating calls and the leaves and branches of trees around me bustled with bird activity . Just a few moments before, the forest was as silent and uneventful as a dreamless sleep.
Then this SCALE-FEATHERED MALKOHA undulated into view. Perhaps trying to dry its feathers fast, it spread and flapped its wings in all possible configurations at a tree branch just above me. The sound of my clicking shutter contributed to the cacophony of avian music at the enchanted mountain.