I am sure this crow and its mate recognise me. Whenever we meet across the window, this bird looks pointedly at me and/or caws or comes to the closest branch possible and looks in.
I do leave food everyday for birds at another window. So, they probably want that service here too. Or may be it’s just a hello! Whatever it is, it sure is cute!
This assiduous crow rested half-way to its nest after gathering (tearing/breaking it off from a nearby tree) a twig, longer than itself.
As I watched it in action, I was struck by how a mere twig we would chuck away as litter serves as treasure for another creature.
Such innumerable little equations are what make life a miracle, an enigma, something one must marvel at and respect. You agree, surely?
The Sprightly Crow
The summer day was drawing to a close
The sun had doled out heat in an ample dose.
A silent sigh and an audible hush
were permeating the air like a bride’s blush.
A gentle breeze started to blow
caressing and soothing—infusing a glow.
Wilted life began to revive in the cool
in accordance with nature’s rule.
The single crow perched, on a high roof,
and held itself aloof—
happy without a tether
with the wind ruffling its feather.
Shiny black and free stood the crow,
sprightly and all ready for some show.
Just watching the crow was a treat;
the bird made life seem simple and sweet.
Note: wrote this poem several months ago, as I stood on my home’s terrace with the sea breeze cooling the brow and watched a lustrous crow descend on a rooftop and enjoy the breeze just as I did.
It was one of those instances when you realise you are but part of a whole, and the other creatures are as much a part of the whole as you are.
Have tried to sketch the crow just as I saw it!
Here are some lovely birds I snapped up on my camera (Canon 60D).
There are more—soon you will see a post for water birds.
Note: The male Asian Koel isn’t hurt, it’s simply drying its wings after a shower!