Friday 17 August 2018

Of Intruders and guests


Early morning , red vented bulbuls are known to warble sweet nothings to the early morning air and universe in general . Much like humans , they are not known to converse kindly with each other . Fly together , yes . Talk , not too much . Birds of few notes , you could say . Pairs have discreet nests ,and discourage neighbours , even of identical plumage . Again , one is tempted to lapse into human similes .

A few days ago , the morning was unduly quiet . No warblings , no sweet nothings. The earth seemed to be frightfully silent . Almost holding its breath . After what seemed an eon , a large shape fluttered out in the open from the shadows . A massive eurasian eagle -owl( nomenclature courtesy Salim ali's handibook)swooped down , and perched precariously teetering , on a dark , unlit balcony . The owls sure hate light. It could tell it was under scrutiny . After chafing for a few awkward moments , like a  celebrity hounded by paparazzi , it took off silently , and left the enclave , having beaten its massive wings just thrice , languidly . With nary a backward glance .

Almost promptly , you could hear the sigh of relief in the world . The warblings resumed . Full throated. 
             

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The munias are gregarious birds . Recently , I saw an entire group of them , some twenty odd tiny , black throated munias crowding a small monsoon herb . The plant had bent double under the weight of these chirping tiny birds , and seemed to enjoy their presence (It kept shaking with silent laughter , for a long time ) . They pecked on seeds and conversed some more . Chirping , chattering , flying in a cloud at the first human footstep. To watch them carefully is difficult . Thereby , one needs to really respect and thank birdwatchers who have patiently photographed , documented and watched these small, pretty , fickle birds .


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The bottlebrush tree is a favourite haunt of all species of sunbirds . They sleep in the mornings elsewhere . A sunbird hungry for nectar wont waste its energies in futile utterances . It will emit a contented and sleepy-soft "cheep", once every few minutes ,that too , if you are blessed with an acute hearing . If not , you may never hear it .They too bend the drooping branches further , but being lighter than munia birds , and fewer in numbers , they appear as flitting shadows (fleeting enough to be confused with figments of one's imagination)and never , ever  shake the branches .

One day , the branches shook heavily , almost groaning . The shadows were large and feline. Two kittens were foraging for the small morsels of sunshine . The soft "cheep" was silenced .

For a long time , thereafter , no sunbirds (purple or otherwise ) , came to the tree. I , accompanied the tree in laying the blame squarely on the blasted kittens . Only recently , have the cheeps resumed . The tree appears happy , nodding its tufty drooping old head , in sage approval.


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Today morning , the parrots had the courage to argue with pigeons over prime perches. Usually they are silent , and glide through the morning air , without much argument .

But today was different . They are usually , a flock of rose ringed parrots . Today , they were being visited by a dignitary . The Alexandrine parakeet. A large parrot with a huge maroon splash on its wings , a tricoloured gash , blue pink and black , on its neck , and an enormously long tail ending sky blue . It has bigger beak and a harsher cry . It commandeers the forces like a general wearing pips . Hence the courage of the common parakeet and hence the early morning commotion.

The general departed , with his entourage , a little later . Leaving the colony to its peace and pigeons.

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The flood

Writing
now
in these
circumstances
seems more like
an act of
perfidy
or perjury.

In solidarity
should
voices
silence
themselves
in a companionship
of grief

Or one should
defy
convention
and speak out
loud
for the sake
of those
suffering

To ask
or to
leave alone

To walk
a tightrope
of emotional
correctness
or to
remain silent
safely(?) perched
on a rapidly eroding
embankment .

For the lull
is deceptive
as always

The roar
is distant
but not
inaudible

The deluge
inevitable
for it has
rained
countless
days

The moistness underfoot
is
ominous
The flood
imminent .