I set my alarm for half an hour before sunrise. Early even for me, but the coffee helped.

By the time the first rays lit my staging post—a fairly open, horizontal branch in Nimbokrang—I was ready.

I began slowly, testing my voice and my moves.

Then I found my rhythm. My movements grew smoother, my feathers caught the light, and I’ll admit I was almost impressed by my own reflection.

I felt proud. It was a good performance. I gave it everything.

Half an hour in, though, there was still no audience.

Not a single female. Not even a polite clap from the rainforest.

Yes, I looked magnificent—but it all seemed very pointless. As if I were doing this for my own sake.

I gave up.

Another wasted day in paradise.

If you are a female riflebird, here are some videos of what you missed:
All photos and videos taken in the Nimbokrang region, West Papua, October 2026.















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