I am not as majestic as the Philippine Eagle or as kingly as a Dwarf-kingfisher. I am not as stealthy as the Furtive Flycatcher or as charming as the Golden-crowned Babbler. Bububububub...bububububub...bubububub. In the deepest region of the forest where shadows obscure the sun, the Philippine Eagle-Owl announces the passing of day. Taking its cue, the Large-eared horseshoe bat spreads its wings and gallops into the night. Each of us lives under the canopy of a vanishing forest. My heart bleeds, but I can't show it the way the Luzon Bleeding-heart Pigeon does.