While we rush to get ready for work and reach for that first cup of coffee, there is a particular kind of silence inside a coffee estate in the Western Ghats. A Malabar barbet calls from somewhere above. A drongo moves through the branches. Sunbirds flit between flowers, while insects disappear into the undergrowth. Beyond the rows of coffee, a giant squirrel may make its way across the canopy. Coffee, after all, did not evolve to grow in open f…
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