Story of a Bird Pt. I
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| (A picture of her, taken from a distance and zoomed in. I wish I could have captured her up close, but I didn’t want to intimidate her or disturb her little world.) |
Though I have had a few experiences with birds before, this article is based on a recent personal experience.
Last week, I visited my hometown. The reason? My mother kept telling me about a bird that had made a nest in a tree near my home. Every day, she would tell me, “A little bird is making a nest in the tree. She is so beautiful and is about to lay her eggs soon.”
As someone who is so fond of birds, hearing this for the last few days made me want to see that bird. I was excited, so I decided to go home and have a look.
The moment I reached home, the only thing I asked was, “Where is the nest and the bird?”
My mother showed me the nest on a tree very close to my home.
“This is so beautiful!” I said.
Then she told me, “This is her home, and she built it all by herself. This is the hard work of days that she put in for herself and her coming hatchlings. She hasn’t been chirping for the last few days, otherwise she chirps a lot, especially every morning. Maybe she has laid her eggs now. Be cautious and try to observe her from as far away as possible. Just don’t intimidate her, as she is always watching her nest, even when she isn’t there.”
She said this and tried to warn me, knowing my curiosity about birds and animals.
This was nothing but a mother trying to explain her feelings for another mother.
The first thing I did after waking up every morning was go and see the bird. A little, beautiful black bird, very quiet and attentive, sitting on her nest and trying to protect her eggs from the whole world.
Every day, my mother would spread some soaked rice beneath the tree for her and tell me that she ate it every day.
I kept watching that bird multiple times a day: in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, and at night before going to bed.
As I watched her from a distance, I felt like she was murmuring, “Who’s this weirdo? Hoomans are seriously an impossible species. Don’t they have anything else to do in life? There's something about privacy.”
She might have been thinking all of this while I was busy trying to get a view of her from every possible angle. Nothing much just two birds staring each other: one with visible wings and the other with invisible ones.
Actually, there’s a thing about beautiful things: We love to admire the things we lack. We love to watch things for hours when they make our eyes glimmer. We love to be around things that make us feel blissful. Isn’t that true?
One day, I was having a closer look at her when my mother came from behind and said, “She isn’t afraid of you. Birds sense places and people before making their homes. She feels safe here, and that is why she chose to stay. But still, be cautious.”
After hearing this, my heart felt a bit better and calmer.
I wish I could have stayed home until I saw those little birdies come out of the nest. But after having this heartfelt experience for a few days, I had to leave home and come back. Before leaving, I told my mother to take care of that bird and keep updating me about her.
At last, I just want to say that I noticed one thing about mothers: their love and sacrifice are universal, no matter the species. And the ones who fail to understand or respect that are merely a useless presence in this world.
So, I have a final message to all the men out there. Never disrespect the two women in your life: the one who gave birth to you and the one who gives birth to your child.
P.S: How much do I love birds? I got a bird tattoo this June, just before my birthday, as a present to myself.
Why?
A forever bird lover. It reminds me of freedom, peace, and the skies.
Above all, birds keeps me high! 🕊️
