Zitting Cisticola (Cisticola juncidis)
You will hear them chit chatting all day long, making scissor-like sound. They would hover, chase, maneuvre, dancing in the air in pairs, even speed-crossing in front of your face. But photographing them is another thing. They're shy. While the other small birds usually perch, they dive into the tall grasses, leaving no visual. You are a lost soul then, hoping they would re-appear, giving you a second chance. Again, you waited.. waited.. and your hope dies.
I sat by the shrub near the water when I saw one in one fine morning. The next thing is the long-muted expectation. As the tropical wind blows I learned that he's building a home, flying back and forth relentlessly. Imagine his effort and dedication to build such fragile future. Then comes the magical time, a split-second moment when you click the button and make his struggle eternal.