Pree Pree Trill Trillup!

Wiping my sweaty brow with the back of one hand, I plonked myself down on a huge, red, dusty, chunk of laterite stone sticking out of the ground. The sun was almost up and soon it would be showtime. A few yards in front of me the lead actors had already taken to stage that was a large, misshapen, Scarlet Sterculia (Sterculia colorata) tree. There was not a single leaf to be seen on the tree – not that it mattered. Even if there would have been a full crown, it would have faded into insignificance before the spectacle that it now hosted. For, the tree was in full bloom with stunningly bright reddish-orange flowers hanging in large clusters from the branches. And, there was a mad rush of pollinators unceasingly flitting in and out of the tree in arrhythmic motions as if trapped in a trance. The jamboree of delighted insects were reluctantly making way for the sunbirds who were winging their way in to partake of the nectaries to their heart’s content.


I neither had the contraption nor the ability to capture the essence of that extravagant and energetic exhibition of excitement. The camera hanging limp from its strap around my neck, I simply wanted to keep devouring with my mind’s eye the delightful spread in front of me not much unlike those in that crazed buzz. Suddenly, the ambience was filled with a new, though familiar, soundtrack of “pree pree” and “trill trill”. And almost immediately the word gregarious explained its meaning in its full glory. Bee-eaters!

About 10 to 12 Chestnut-headed Bee-eaters (Merops leschenaulti) started criss-crossing the tree, instantly turning it into a battleground. For a moment the dense population of insects seemed to vaporise into nothingness as the bee-eaters stood true to their name. But in a matter of less than a minute they seemed to lose interest, or had their fill of the most sought after, and decided to take their forces to some other front. One, however, flew down to a branch farthest from the centre and sat around as if waiting for the show to resume. And sure enough, the performers were back on stage in no time. And now there were two in the audience – me and the bee-eater!


But, alas, his fellow bee-eaters seemed to take an exception to this – quite unbecoming of a bee-eater you see. So from not afar they seemed to call him “pree pree” and he, in turn, replied “pree pree trill trillup”, (maybe “yes, yes, coming guys”?) and off he flew in their direction. But not before I caught his few seconds of fame on camera!

– Narendra Nayak © 2019

17 thoughts on “Pree Pree Trill Trillup!

  1. The way you described what you were experiencing is absolutely thrilling. Incredible writing! And your pictures are truly spectacular! Thank you so much for sharing your “magical moments” with us. 🦋🦋🦋

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  2. What caught my attention first was your mention of laterite. I lived in Liberia, West Africa for a time, and we had laterite soil. During the dry season, the red dust covered everything, and by the time the rains came, we all were ready to see a cleaner world again.

    The bee eater is splendid. I think I’ve seen a related species in the blog of a friend in Ecuador. From your description, it sounds as though their behavior can resemble that of the hummingbirds: a little feisty, and not willing to be driven away from their task!

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    1. Ma’am, thank you so much for such a detailed and informative response! 🙂

      The state of Goa, where I clicked these pictures, indeed has laterite soil and hence is afflicted by the same kind of dust woes that you’ve mentioned bug Liberia.

      I agree with your inference that the bee-eaters’ general behaviour does resemble hummingbirds – steadfast and resolute.

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    1. Hi Theresa, thank you for your appreciation! Yes, it was an amazing feeling for me as well where I felt as if I was suddenly a part of the show, even if so for a fleeting moment! 🙂


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