The Trio

Today morning I woke up to this beautiful scene. On the Nandiyavattai plant (Crepe moon) , were these three little birds huddled together waiting for their parents to bring food for them. The parent birds have a very distinct call with their young. It is a quick soft chatter as they fly from branch to branch. One of the parent is close by while the other forages. The fledglings huddle together keeping each other warm. The parent bird keeps nudging them to move from branch to branch. At first the flights are short, four to six feet. The young ones will become agile in a week's time. Mid noon, I saw a feral cat and heard the call of a Shikra. They are predators and pick up the chatter waiting to hunt the fledglings waiting for a weak moment. There is a tall Hemilia Patens in the garden nearly fourteen feet tall. The bulbuls and other birds ( the sunbird, tailorbird, and Piranha), raised an alarm when they spotted the cat on the Hemilia tree. The cats was waiting on the tip of branches. I went and drove it away splashing some water from the first floor. The birds care for each other's back.

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Ten Point Twitter-Gita

1. Do your duty: write your tweet. Don’t expect any retweets or favorites. 2. Do not be attached to your tweet. For attachment breeds desire, desire breeds anger, anger to delusion, delusion to deactivation. 3. Every time the timeline decays, I am reborn as an hashtag. 4. You can delete your tweet but not its screenshot. 5. A tweet cannot be cut to pieces by any weapon, burned by fire, drowned in water nor blown away by wind. 6. I am time. I have come to consume your thoughts. 7. Whatever you do, Whatever you eat, whatever you proffer and receive, whatever you perform, offer them to me, twitter. 8. As a river flows into the ocean without overflowing, so does your tweet flow into the timeline. 9. There is nothing in this word that purifies like knowledge. Those who "Quote Tweet" know that. 10. You came in with no followers. You will leave with none.

The Flower that flew into the Garden

This is the first thing I saw today morning when I stepped out into the garden. First I thought was it was a feather and wondered which bird that visits us has this colourful a quill. I bent down, looked closer, and picked it up to realise it was the petal of Bahunia flower that flew into the garden.