I wander lonely as a cloud

Writers are like thieves, they like to get inspire by their environment.

Sometimes they simply steal ideas.

Like WordsWorth in Daffodils who wanders lonely as a cloud. Today, I too allowed myself to become a cloud.

In the glittering shine of calm January Sun, I was feeling light-hearted and considering myself in a WordsWorth’s world, I took a chance to wander and appreciate my surrounding.

It all started with the arrival of Rofus Treepie in home today.

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This Indian Treepie who belongs to crow family likes to come at the time in morning when there’s still darkness in sky.

Birds are early riser but this specific bird wakes way too early.

While going to park, I took this picture.

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There’s something special about different shades of green in it.

Leaves are yellow, they’re of dark green colour and they appear light green and when the sun is allowing them to make shadows on ground, I like the leafiness of those trees in background.

Under this bridge is a way for a small stream to flow.

In winter there’s no water in it but when there’ll be summer, the coolness of water and kindness of trees will provide much needed relief to a wanderer standing on this bridge beneath these trees.

After bleak winter days, sun sprinkled it’s glitter on earth today.

Standing in my yard, when I heard chirping of birds up in a tree, I can’t help remembring these words by Hellen Keller

“The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched_they must be felt by a heart.”

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This post is in response to ragtag daily prompt wander.

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Indian treepie bird  courtesy:

Google Image.

Eating habits of birds in my home

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This black-rumped flameback is a guest of winter in my home.

Outside on the wall of my home, three clay pots are placed. Two out of three hold bird seeds while the third one which is placed right in front of kitchen window remains full of food which comes straight from stove.

With the exception of doves and pigeons; myneahs, starlings, sparrows, crows and bulbul all love to eat bread.

Rice is a favorite staple food of birds and it has become a common norm in home that whatever is cooking in the form of rice, before going to dining table, first goes straight outside in that pot above the wall.

Glass of the windows are such that we can observe the birds outside but a bird sitting near the window is only able to see its reflection in it.

It happens that whenever food gets finish, birds make different types of sounds.

With time we have learned to discern these voices.

When hungry, they make short sounds. When need help from cat, they sound excited and their voices are shrill. When they like food, their sound is soft and happy.

At times, they come near the kitchen window and look inside as if they’re in search of extinct food.

Crows and Starlings waste bread and seeds but squirrels are careful to pick every tiny bit of food from floor and wall.

Watching squirrels eating food is a delightful experience.

When they’re eating, sometimes they put one foot in pot while their other foot is down on the wall and in such funny pose, they like to eat with great attention.

These last days of January are cold and foggy.

Birds are finding little to no food and they’re coming in large number to eat. So, it happens that when I put crush bread slices outside, the pot gets empty in no time.


This post is in response to RDP Saturday: Extinct

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