Take my picture too

We went, very early on Saturday morning, to Sewri, where we joined a walk out to the harbor flats to see Mumbai's renowned flamingos. Around 10,000 of these birds migrate here in the winter from Gujurat.
To try and get a better view we climbed up on a large decommissioned fuel barge, where many hopeful bird watchers had set up a diverse array of  telescopes and cameras, all trained on the horizon.
To everyone's disappointment, the flamingos had retreated with the tide, and were visible faintly through the smog laden early light, as tiny dots in the distance.
Much closer, and much less exotic, an Indian House Crow  perched right in the middle of my photo, clearly wanting its fair share of the limelight.
In 1896, while staying in Bombay, Mark Twain wrote of these demanding birds, "this Indian sham Quaker is just a rowdy, and is always noisy when awake - always chaffing, scolding, scoffing, laughing, ripping, and cursing, and carrying on about something or other. I never saw such a bird for delivering opinions."