A golden oriole appears,
sepia-bathed and freckled,
as does her song in silos;
she dips her beak
in crumbling lemon clouds,
giggling at earthly suspicions
that the world might, in fact,
be a little too yellow.
I think Golden Orioles are on a mission from another planet. You can read about it here. It is also a humble opinion of mine that the lasses in Oriolus Oriolus are some of the prettiest female members of any species of birds.
She wears a dull lemon yellow skirt with jet-black streaks on the underside of her fabric. Her beak is dipped in hard candy pink with her eyes dripping mascara dreams in-between.
She may be one of the commonly-found passerine birds in this part of the country, but there is nothing common about just how beautiful she looks every single time.
The photographs of the Golden Oriole (Female) were taken at the Vedanthangal Bird Sanctuary in Kanchipuram and the East Coast Road which connects Chennai to Pondicherry.