A Chestnut-tailed Starling at Rest
Bathed in the soft embrace of twilight, a Chestnut-tailed Starling perches delicately among the whispers of ancient branches, its gaze piercing the veils of dusk.

Bathed in the soft embrace of twilight, a Chestnut-tailed Starling perches delicately among the whispers of ancient branches, its gaze piercing the veils of dusk.
Upon the shore where waves retreat, A lone bird stands on steady feet. With patient gaze and gentle grace, It scans the sands, a quiet chase.
Along the beach road, a few old-fashioned huts stand resilient amidst swirling sand, while the wind bends the palm trees in graceful arcs.