More often heard than seen, the diminutive Coppersmith is a thousand times smaller than its enormous voice
Once a while we may be treated to the sight of a coppersmith perched this low
I was on my first ever trip to Ranganathittu Bird Sanctuary near Mysore, when I had a flat tire halfway through. As I pushed my two-wheeler along with my friend for kilometers looking for a pile of tires or a board screaming “puncher” (or variants of it) advertising a puncture mechanic in these parts of the world, I saw a strikingly colorful bird on an electric line. It was predominantly dark green, with striking red tufts above the beak and under the chin. It sat there, tilting its head left and right, and then took off. And I came home, thumbed through my Salim Ali (this was before I graduated to Grimmett and Inskipp) and found the name — Coppersmith Barbet (Megalaima haemacephala).
|A not-so-ripe fig makes a Coppersmith look elsewhere…|
Sexes are alike and juveniles are cute variants of the adults sans the red above the beak and below the eyes.
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