Sunday, May 30, 2010
A Story of Bird and Maid
A maid with a heart, as large as can be.
It was a bird's nest, wedged between the small branches of the dividing hedge, and in the nest were two tiny chicks. It was discovered by my neighbour's maid, Maid, and she was very excited about it. A pair of Meraboks were occasionally around, and it turned out that they were the parents of the chicks.
It was a bird's nest, wedged between the small branches of the dividing hedge, and in the nest were two tiny chicks. It was discovered by my neighbour's maid, Maid, and she was very excited about it. A pair of Meraboks were occasionally around, and it turned out that they were the parents of the chicks.
Maid was very concerned about the welfare of the chicks, and on rainy days she would place an umbrella, and later on, a plastic sheet, over the hedge to shelter the chicks. She also supplemented mother-care by feeding the chicks herself.
Well, one day Maid was very frantic; ants were swarming at the nest and one of the chicks was gone. She took the nest with the remaining chick, Bird, and placed it at a potted plant, moving the whole heavy thing about, along the side walkway during daytime and inside the house at night.
As with the nature of mothers, the Meraboks still came and fed the chick, though warily, very watchful of the interfering humans. The days went by, with Bird being fed by its parents during the day and cared by its surrogate mother the rest of the time. The parents did not stay around at night.
Bird grew fast, and about a week later, it was resting on the edge of the nest, with downs and stumpy feathers and a short big quadrilateral mouth stretched to its widest. Maid did her chores and cared for Bird whenever she was free, very much like someone very dear to her.
A few days later there was a string attached to the leg of Bird; it happened that Bird had disappeared the day before and Maid had been grief-stricken. She found Bird later when she heard its parents chirping noisily on my side of the hedge where Bird was being fed. And tying Bird with a string was Maid's way of making sure that Bird would not get lost or into trouble, having some space.
When Maid had to leave the house she would put Bird in a rectangular plastic box leaving an opening at the side for its parents to feed it.
Bird became a very special pet, being taken out to play and be stroked, such was it a darling. It was allowed to make short flights, up onto the hedge and about, within the string's compass, always being tenderly held and nursed.
Well, all went well, and one day Bird was not around; it had been released; it flew away with its parents.
This morning there was great excitement and Maid was very happy. Bird had come back, hopping about at the hedge, and its parents were nearby. Maid held it in her palm and it was like before, Bird and Maid reunited ! Then it flew up into my chiku tree to be with its parents, chirping merrily.
A time to smell the roses.
Have a nice day
Ron
Saturday, May 15, 2010
A Gem in my autograph book
Little deeds of kindness
Little words of love
Make this world an Eden
Liken to Heaven above
Written by a classmate in 1954
