Getting eye-level shots of a White-cheeked barbet and its young one isn’t easy. Unless you have friends in high places (fourth floor to be precise).
“It’s 8 AM, where thaaa… is mama?”
“Did I just hear you swear?”
“Food. Let me get him some food.”
“Yo! I foh u a fafbewy”
“What?”
“I saih I foh u a faaaafbewy”
“Whaaat?”
“Idiot! I got you a Blackberry”
“Where?”
“Can I get an iPhone next, mama?”
“His sense of humor is as lame as the guy clicking us. Let me make another hole and just hide from everyone!”
