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These days, I keep noticing the birds. It started with the black kites which are always circling outside my window. Apparently they're scavengers, and when they do that circling they're looking for dead animals. Then it was the crested birds who sit on top of the high fences round the tennis courts and laugh at my serve. I looked them up and I think they're called crested bulbuls. And there are the fat pigeons who roost on our air conditioners, often getting into fights with each other, and the little sparrows, not exotic but happy little fellows always jumping around on the streets. I never used to understand how people could consider birdwatching a hobby, but I'm starting to understand the appeal. Once you start looking you notice that the city is full of them. I've tried to take photos but there are much better ones here http://www.pbase.com/chan_ysc/wild_birds_in_hong_kong

Meanwhile I've composed two haiku in honour of the kites:

an airplane flies straight
the black kite soars and circles
revealing the wind

black kite with sharp eyes
scours the city and attacks
a pile of garbage