Under Her Wings
The monsoon season was unfurling magic, The wind’s gentle caresss and the rain’s soothing melody created a symphony that wrapped our senses in tranquility. Yet, with the arrival of the tiny chicks, our attention was drawn to the miniature world unfolding before our eyes. The mother bird’s chirps became the sweetest serenade, eclipsing the monsoon’s melody.
The mother bulbul’s devotion was a heartwarming spectacle – feeding her chicks 25-30 times a day, her boundless love and nurturing spirit was heartwarming. Witnessing this from a mere hand’s distance was our privilege, allowing us to marvel at the intricate details of her parenting. The father bird’s visits, laden with food, added a touching dimension to the narrative, as the mother bird graciously made way for him to take over, showcasing a beautiful shared responsibility.
My camera whirred to life, capturing every fleeting moment from dawn’s gentle light to dusk’s soft glow, and sometimes even beyond, until the last hint of light vanished from their serene sanctuary. I was determined to freeze these precious instants in time, and the camera seemed to revel in the challenge! The birds, initially wary of the camera’s gaze, gradually grew accustomed to its presence, allowing me to seize intimate moments of their lives.
As I watched the bulbuls, time lost all meaning. I was utterly entranced by their antics, and the world outside melted away. Witnessing the chicks grow and thrive under my gaze was pure bliss. The relentless rain might have been a concern for the little ones, but the mother bird’s love was their shield. She stayed by their side, warming them beneath her wings, a selfless act of devotion that touched our hearts.
As the days passed, our lives became intertwined with the cage, with us spending hours nearby, mesmerised by the tiny lives blooming before us. The mother bird’s protectiveness was admirable, guarding her chicks with a fierce dedication, refusing to let us touch them. And those tiny, plantain-sized chicks, with their fragile bodies and tiny beaks, were a wonder to behold.
In those moments, everything else faded into the background, and all that mattered was the tiny, feathered family, living their lives with such simplicity and yet, such profound beauty.
To be Cont……..
