Things that Shine (05)
The unshaken truth of the human race - To cripple or to be kind!
Rain or shine, the door slides open precisely when the wall's shadow reaches the side of the gate's pillar. Her shawl swirls out of the door first before she appears. Loosely done hair with a slight shiver, she steps out while rubbing her hands. Post her barometer ritual of stepping out to test the weather, she returns inside to fetch a birdseed tub with a green lid labelled birdie breakie.
I wait here for my day to begin, and this is the moment when it starts when she walks briskly towards the pillar to fill the dish with the grain.
I discreetly wiggle but make sure I'm well camouflaged behind the tree across her place. As much as I didn't want to frighten it, I sighed with the thought that if we ever be friends.
A tummy rumble jolts me back to reality- the reality of me perched on the Acacia tree across her cottage. Pushed, glided and flapped my wings to dash down sharp at 70 degrees to have my first meal of the day laid with love.
My repertoire as a black-billed Magpie is mostly unpredictable. I do a flight routine of peck and dead straight flight to the other side of the lawn and return to another helping.
Flaunting my midnight iridescent tail I show off my routine and hoping that she's looking from her window, I let my mischief help themselves.
I don't particularly like that our group in a territory is called mischief. This connotation might have something to do with the notorious presumptions of us being attracted to things that shine. And we don't shy away from stealing the coins or perhaps small jewellery.
We are curious and take our collectables from place to place including twigs, pebbles and that might include coins as well.
Do they not know that we have a shine of our own, the glistening ocean that shimmers through the fog and dinge?
The audacity of human supremacy refers to us as bad luck if we aren't with our better half after killing us for the past two decades on sight and blowing our blue eggs in the nest.
They don't do it anymore, contrarily, now sit still in rain & snow for hours with their lense upon lense - with their eyes wide and cameras to capture our beauty.
I assume their attention moved from our clan to their clan of humankind. Unjustly, snatching the peace and safety of innocent, taking their young away through bullets and starvation.
In this world of desperation and dismay, all they need for their humanity is to step out in cold or heat to do their part, even if it's to feed the birds with Allah's Will.
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Lovely write-up here, Kiran. I'm always curious what the predator birds think when they sit atop a tree, or at the top of a hill. Sure they're looking for something to eat. But what else? Curious. Hope all is well in your neck of the woods, Kiran-