I came out after my bath to find these two happily finalising the place for their nest 😯…
More than the shock of finding not one, but two birds in my bedroom, was the fear that they had no idea just how they had got in!
Getting pigeons out of your room is quite like playing carrom. You keep moving them to the nearest exit one step at a time, quite like we did with the ‘queen’ in the hope of ensnaring her 😎
So from the AC, I shooed them to the fan, from the fan to the nearest light fitting, from the fitting to the chair and then finally, out the door that I had left open for some fresh winter air 😁!
There is a little bird that has been visiting my studio for a while. She comes with a flock but quickly separates from them and sits by my window, looking inwards to where I work. She gives one loud peck on the window and when we make eye contact, she leaves. This is her way of demanding peanuts, something she loves more than the Bajra and rice I put out for her and her friends! So, I drop whatever I am doing, shell the peanuts and then crush them so that my friend can have her special treat😊! 🐤
A sky full of monsoon clouds, breeze and pigeons! Dancing, chasing, frolicking, just delighted to be alive at that very moment! It’s so beautiful to just look at them and say a quiet ‘Thank You!’ To whoever or whatever it is that makes all this possible!😀
I have loved owls since I was lirtle. Their massive eyes and adorable shape makes me come back to them time and again, in different mediums. I like to think of them as family creatures that take care of their little ones with diligence and deep love 😊
Morning walk revealed a bedraggled but beautiful Green Barbet chick trying to find a footing on a small bush. Last nights storm seemed to have propelled it into the low lying greens.
As I wandered around wondering what to do, the chick seemed to take it upon herself to let me know that she was fine. As she fluttered to a higher branch, I was reassured that she could take care of herself.
When I returned from my walk she was nowhere to be seen. Hopefully, branch by branch she was able to climb her way home. 😊
“If you look at the innocence in my eyes,
And compare it to yours…is there a similarity?