On the way to Panguni Thiruvila, Goat Festival in Pothulupatti, I stopped my bike at 7 o'clock in
the misty morning, seeing all those kokkus-birds in the fields but most of them are so shy that
they flew away, still some sheltering behind the farmer inspecting the dykes or mud banks of the ricefields.
Like he was walking there with the reflection of the sky in the water, his shovle on his back, he
seemed to be walking in the sky ... the scene upside down would even enhance this feel.