In the serene rhythm of the tropical wetland, where life unfolds in whispers and ripples, birds embrace their timeless self-care ritual. Preening feathers with tireless devotion, they enter a meditative stillness—a detachment from the world that offers rare opportunities to draw closer, camera in hand.

Amid this tranquil tableau, my heart belongs to the black-necked stork—though I favour its original name, Jabiru, which feels more faithful to its essence, for its "black neck" is but a poetic misnomer. The art of taking care is beautifully revealed in this sacred silence.