It rained for almost a week in the middle of October, making it one of the wettest Octobers ever recorded. The slugs and earthworms got apprehensive whether it was the mythological deluge repeated. The ones that got scared too much headed for higher grounds towards the verandah from the garden. Then the sun shone very brightly and all their fears were belied. Now they had to retreat, at a great risk of being squashed under feet and picked up by the predators. I airlifted some of them and landed them home in the flower bed. It shows if you easily give into your fears, you expose yourself to an even broader range of risks and then salvation becomes a factor of someone’s sense of charity, or kindness, or pity.
What bigger proof do I need that
winters aren’t too far than the sight of storks. It seems a beautiful world. A
group of around thirty painted storks hovering in the village sky. They arrived
flying in a V-shape pattern, did a few redesigned sorties, maybe reconnoitering
the village pond. Sadly the water body isn’t free now. It’s tamed for fisheries
with wire nettings cutting the free skies from the pond’s stretch. So they move
on looking for some still free puddle. Wetlands are on a decline. But the sight
of these Himalayan visitors freshens up my mood. And there is hope till the sky
has enough free canvas for the birds to fly.
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