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ARTICLE : LESSONS FROM OUR FEATHERED FRIENDS

 

LESSONS FROM OUR FEATHERED FRIENDS

 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

13/XI/2021

 

I am not sure if people have seen a papaya tree with multiple off shoots. We have one more than sixty feet tall with protrusions as big as a tree itself every 15 feet. It gets laden with fruit on each off shoot in huge numbers. It has grown tall beyond one's reach, even the longest bamboo can’t reach the first tier. Besides, there is so much vegetation that in the greediness for the fruit it could be dangerous due to venomous snakes roaming large.

 

Now that one has a little time at hand, one sits in the backyard observing this huge papaya tree. Each fruit is more than two kgs plus. As the papayas ripen, it becomes a hub centre of activity for many types of birds. All of them are after the fruit, nice, juicy, pulpy, healthy, tasty and filling.

 

The top most tier is reserved for the Hornbills. The birds here are big and heavy, as heavy as the fruit itself if not more. Papaya leaves are delicate and snap with slight agitation and weight. However, they bear the weight of the hornbills with ease. Birds come and plonk, carry out a prelim check for the ripeness of the fruit. Then with their large beaks, eat in bite size proportions.  Once full they fly away.

 

One by one they have their fill. Each fruit lasts about a day with an average three visits per day. Yesterday, one huge papaya got dislodged and came down like a bomb. The bang on the ground was loud enough that even Oreo who gives me company got startled. The thud also startled many birds that one never knew would be hiding in that area.

 

The second tier is the Cuckoo Kingdom. There was something amiss in their behaviour. The printed one, the female and the pure black one, the male were in a constant state of brawl. Things began to crystallize about their unruly mannerism. Moment the female would approach the fruit, the male would come and attack her. Generally, birds share their booty but here it was different.

 

When the female would go and sit on the adjacent tree the male too would follow. Both would sit peacefully and chatter. Moment this one would take off again to eat, the other one would chase it away. I suppose, the male was not allowing the female to eat till she gave a kiss and ‘beyond’. How hard the female tried, she was not allowed to eat the fruit till………

 

On the third tier, small birds have a ball. The ones on the top do not know or even bother about what is happening below them. Cuckoos won’t allow the hornbills on the second tier though. However they themselves could come further down and eat.

 

The papaya tree was like India and its society. Everyone wanted a piece of the fruit. Aggressors were prying on a chance to steal the fruit. People at the helm of affairs were not bothered about the ones below but at times would try and steal their slice.

 

The ones below were at the mercy of the ones above. The food that they dropped could be of no use to birds. It fell like a dumb bomb which could kill an unsuspecting bird. Once on earth it was left to rot or eaten by vermin, who lived on the crumbs which fell from the table.

 

Cuckoos attacked the hornbills but hornbills didn’t retaliate. Like Pak keeps sending infiltrators and terrorists and we keep tolerating nonsense. Anyone who gets a chance, likes to steal. In case they cannot eat it, they drop it so that no one else benefits. But the tree lives on to fruit every season.

 

There is a divide between ‘big and small’. There is a clash amongst the species. The smaller ones keep looking up but are suppressed. There are fence sitters who keep watching and at the slightest danger fly away. There are love affairs galore in the bird kingdom. Koel’s won’t let the  crows come close but would lay their eggs in their nests.

 

It appears to be the Indian story. Your ‘own specie’ takes its cut, in kind or in the form of a tax. The bigger ones gobble the smaller ones needs. The hungry remain hungry.

 

One good thing we did was that we planted this tree. Initially we ate its fruit, now it is attracting birds. Birds do eat the fruit, but they know when to stop. They feed for need not for gluttony. They leave the tree to roost somewhere else and do not mind when others eat from the same tree.

 

Hope we humans learn our lessons from our feathered friends. Will we? I wonder!!!!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

© NOEL ELLIS

 

 








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