The yellow-vented bulbul (Pycnonotus goiavier) is one of the most common birds in the city. I was surprised to see them out in the wild, such as this one performing a delicate balancing act on a vine and twig near Mt. Makiling, an inactive volcano and a nature preserve.
I wonder if my reaction of surprise was warranted. Did I really expect them to be city-dwellers like me that ventured to the countryside? Or were they originally wild birds that learned to adapt to cities that people built over the land?
I may have made fun of them in a recent post, but the creature was simply using what’s available to build a nest in the city. They have to find balance in a changing ecosystem.
Here I was, a stranger in the bird’s eyes. The nature preserve was, after all, created for them. Like them, maybe we can learn to keep the perfect balance.
The bird’s name is derived from its yellow vent and “bulbul” comes from the Persian word for nightingale.
I find its calls pleasant enough, and I don’t mind waking up to their noisy chatter in the morning. It is called “Luklak” locally.