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ARTICLE : STREET LIGHTS

 

STREET LIGHTS

 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

24/X/2021

 

A street light pole in front of our house is a favourite perch of many birds. In our childhood we found birds sitting and chatting on electric or telephone cables. Now that most of the cables have been dug underground, these birds have innovated.

 

From Robins to Bulbuls, from Mynahs to Crows, in an odd case the Kite finds its way to sit and enjoy atop the pole. These are the best vantage points to spot prey. It is also a place where after a hectic worm and beetle hunt they come and rest before the next shikar.

 

It wasn’t surprising to see these birds using that place to also groom themselves. Straightening out and clearing the debris stuck between the feathers. Fluffing them and cleaning them to keep them dust proof before the next kill.

 

The Kingfisher also uses that platform to bang its prey before gulping it down. As the prey struggles to free itself, it is sorted out by banging it on the light pole. A few bangs from the left and a few from the right alternatively, till the prey goes limp and is ready to be devoured. Probably if they eat it too fast it could create a commotion inside the tummy. Plus, it must be giving them the satisfying feeling that they have done justice to their meal. Thus, they play with it before eating it.

 

The crows use it for another purpose. They use the poles to clean their weapons called the beaks. Though they might scavenge and dig their meal out of the stinky dustbins. Like our moms would insist on cleaning our mouths after a meal, their moms would be teaching them to clean their beaks. Naturally they don’t get napkins or ‘beak bowls’ like we get finger bowls in a hotel.

 

I sat in the shadow of a tree sipping tea in the garden, it was a revelation to observe Bulbuls on the streetlight. This light has perforations and ribs jetting out probably to keep it cool. Though it is an LED, still it would be generating some heat. The design must be a little uncomfortable for the birds to sit, as those ribs are moulded to discourage birds sitting on lights. Their droppings dirty it.

 

Why they sat there was because insects which got attracted to light bulbs die and get stuck in the races of those ribs. During the good old days, moths and white ants used to get inside the bulb covers and clog it. Now they fall down after burning their wings or get trapped on top of the light itself. That makes a rich feeding ground for birds. No wonder there is a race to get to the pole top at the earliest so that their tummies are full for the day.

 

The second reason to get on top was to catch a few ‘personal birdie moments. A kiss on the partner's beak, a ruffle of feathers and then of course the ritual the birds do to make love. A little break from ‘baby care’ gave them those fleeting moments to shower love and affection on each other before the chicks came looking for them or other birds swooped in and dismissed their gathering.

 

These days there are no ‘bowl shaped’ bulb covers. During the years of yore, we used to see an odd bird make its nest in them. Of course, they selected a pole which had a fused bulb. The maintenance teams also would let them be, as many times there would be eggs or chicks in them.

 

We kids would do target practice and aim at birds sitting on the street lights with catapults or air guns. Invariably we would miss and crack the glass casing over those tube lights. Then run for dear life before we were caught or seen by anyone. Then ask our friends meekly, who could have done this?

 

Such a naughty act should be reported to the electrical department, we would say. Our innocence used to be the dead giveaway to ‘electrician uncle’. Poor chap had to bring a huge bamboo stair to replace the damage done. Dad would come home and give one tight slap. The tube light in your head would glow brighter than the stars, as the electrician uncle would have complained.

 

This street light could be used as a perch, a resting point, love making point, feeding point, beak cleaning and sharpening point, a vantage point, a nest, beauty parlour and grooming point and what not. It also gave space to the birds to dance & woo their partner. A street light pole had such versatile uses for these feathered friends. A force multiplier of sorts. Could they use it for anything else? I wonder!!!!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

© NOEL ELLIS

 




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