Read the Unwritten Stories

 

Sometimes reading the unwritten stories presented by mother earth can give more satisfaction than the tomes of tales we read in books.

There is a little story of an abandoned nest.

It is a little tale of refurbishing an old nest and the story of birdie care. Well, not all abandoned nests go unnoticed. While the rains lashed in August and September, a scaly-breasted munia pair (spice finch or nutmeg mannikin) set up an irregular, oval nest of grass and straw lined with feathers and strands of cotton wool. The cycle was completed and the hatchlings flew to take their chance on life on the tightrope of creation and destruction. The parents, however, are known to use the dormitory off and on while on the way in their birdie sorties. I see them a few times sneaking in for a restful night.

The nest stands jolted after more than a month since the nestlings left. The rains and wind shook it. But then the old house is still fit enough to catch the eyes of a pair of white-throated munia (Indian silverbill) who are a bit lazy and sociable little beauties open to move into the used house. They have white throat running from beak to undertail, brown plumage and blue grey beak. So letting swift chirrup trill, the lady on house hunting is seen inspecting the rain-lashed nest, evaluating how much of refurbishment might be required.

Quite incidentally, the original house-owner, scaly-breasted munia, also happens to be there on a nearby branch. Perhaps it has come for some noontime nap. The silent and peaceful bird with bright cinnamon head, full brown plumage and scaly patterns on breast just looks on pensively. Possibly it understands that laying eggs by someone is more important than her sleep. So guys, there is no fight. It just looks at the would-be-mother with a strange detachment and allows the inspection of her former house. Hope we humans can learn something from these birdie guys.

Don’t you feel that primarily love is ingrained in the photons of the cosmic energy pervading around?