22nd April, 2011
I caught hold of 2 pigeon birds yet again- almost together. My hands were full already. Although bigger than the sparrows or even parakeet or myna, these are the ones who get scared real bad. Try holding a grown up one- you’ll know. If it’s a baby still, it would keep crawling all over you. These have shacked up at my place ever since I shifted to this place. I place birdbaths in all the verandas for those primarily; wherein the blue beaks, brown beaks and even the red beaks take dips. I hope these bless me in turn. No conditions- just greedy!
So thinking of not to scare them, I let the 2 fluffy ones sit still on the veranda sill. Perhaps they had felt comfortable for they didn’t fly away; instead had kept hopping around. One of those had hopped a little farther but the lady pigeon had sat next to where I had placed my hand to lean over to watch. Suddenly her beaks had dropped. Instead another set of beaks grew under! It didn’t seem to be a pigeon anymore. It was some other bird.
While tossing onto the other side, I had memorized both of my dreams, so I could type those down; I have now forgotten the other one.. 😦
Here comes the part two.
I had barely opened my peepers in the morning, when my maid had wanted me to see something. A green parakeet squatting on the floor behind my grey fridge! It could not walk even, the floor was too slippery. Talk of rags to riches comfort! She is a baby parrot and hence a little shy but not as much scared. She wants to hide behind and I am not letting it. No point. The bird seller had caught it and my domestic has bought it. He had a pair of those. The male was bought over by someone else, while the lady is here. She brought it here at my home, since I love stroking their feathers. She feels I can talk to those. I had never ever wanted to cage a bird to pet it. If at all; I may have big trees around so I see them flying around in their natural habitat. If I am kind enough to food n water them; they’ll hop around me anyways. My desire is to see them enjoying their own life and not caged in name of petting one.
This bird may end up staying at my place for half the day for the next few days atleast. Don’t fool around- those perfect red pouts can bleed you to death. It didn’t bit me yet; but I have tested its strength already. For now it’s de-seeded a few chilies, some tomatoes, bread crumbs and little water. As a baby, it doesn’t know that it needs to drink some. When held next to its beak; it sipped some.
I have taught her to climb up using her claws, beaks and tail feathers. I had left it perched on the iron grill with net fixed on it. It’s only been a few hours as of now. As I type my post here, my hands are trembling still. I feel the keys of my keyboard to be the bird feathers.. as if I am stroking the green bird and being cautious so I don’t injure it. If it has claws, I have nails! Both of us have read beaks!
- I wrote this on 22nd April, 2011- 3.00pm IST
- The bird was released this morning- 23rd April, 2011 at 9.15am. The last few snaps (where my hair is tied in plates), were clicked just before releasing the bird.
- My domestic’s been kissed- wink!