Anna and I have many struggles to adjust to when we live in a village. Recently we waited for a month to get a climber to drop the coconuts. To get a labourer to work in the farm has become increasingly difficult. If the electricity were to be cut off due to a branch of tree falling on the transmission lines, we may have to wait for the whole day or another day before it is mended. It is occasional we have friends visiting us. There are days at a stretch when we have to manage without internet. We do not have newspaper delivery at our door step.
But these difficulties fade into the background when we begin the day. Yesterday when I walked out of the cottage into the courtyard at dawn, I was moved by the sights and sounds in the garden.
All these birds who could be photographed at that short time when the sun was just rising, mad me feel that we are surrounded by an avian world each day, singing for us.
What is so special about these birds!
They live publicly and quietly except for their birdcalls. But for the birdcalls, one would even not notice the unless one become a bird watcher!
They occupy the public space quietly. During the flights between places the bird droppings of undigested seeds become the means for a forest to grow a few years alter.
The trees are adorable because they are the home for the birds.
The birds wake me up each morning telling me a lot more about eh richness of the world in which we live. We are inclined to live preoccupied, but the bird visitors tell me a lot about to abundance of goodness all around us.
When there is a hate language spoken in public places when we read the news papers or watch in the TV, or hear fire accidents, war threats, political enmity and harassment, to me the sight and sounds of birds give enormous consolation of something to look for and carry over to others a message of hope and mission!
M.C.Mathew (text and photo)
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