July 26, 2014

Bulbul 1, Bulbul 2, Bulbul 3 - had a baby

Bulbul 1, Bulbul 2, Bulbul 3
had a baby
teaching it to fly high up
finding it to crashing down
chirps go shrill, its a matter of prey now
as it jumps on the ground
dad put it in a plastic bowl, on the branches, in the tree
it moves out to perch on tip of the branch
.....flutters bravely

Bulbul 1, Bulbul 2, Bulbul 3
had a baby

Next morning
chirps go shrill again
Rufous makes a dive
in Bulbul's Ashoka tree
the three Bulbuls
chase Rufous away - or try to
Maina joins them too
while Robin remains watchful

And then I see - the baby
sitting on the ground
ducking inside under open sky
And I see Rufous spotted it too
I leaped towards it, and Rufous dived
A few leaps here, a big sweep there
the baby is gone
some feathers in the air
some noise
Robin flies away
Maina gone too
Bulbuls are nowhere to be seen
........quietude

Bulbul 1, Bulbul 2, Bulbul 3
had a baby
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(Dedicated to nature's commotion: to the Bulbuls, to the Ashoka tree where they live, to the baby - that lived, to Maina who joined other birds in fighting the predator, to black and white Oriental Magpie Robin who whistles beautifully, to rightfully merciless Rufous Treepie who produces so many kinds of sounds, to noise and to absence of it, and to birth and to death.)
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