July 22, 2008

“That egg is mine!” Shouted Nida.
“The egg with the black spot is mine!” Shouted Huda from the bathroom.
Nida and Huda were my twin cousins, in eigth standard. They were fighting over the eggs in the nest of the little birdy, who have come to stay with us two weeks ago. Nida and Huda had come only last Saturday. I went to the kitchen, and looked at the whole on the roof. There was two tiny eggs, but both were alike.
“Which is the egg with black spot, Umma?” I asked my mother.
“Look closely and you will notice one. Not a black spot. But a gray one. Thats how they differentiate between the eggs.” Umma replied and pointed to one egg. I peeped closer to see a light grey spot on the egg. You would need a microscope to notice it! How did they notice it?
“They had never left the nest after they came here.” Umma said, as if she understood my thoughts. “They have already spotted some six or seven differences between the eggs.” She laughed.
Nida and Huda had come to stay with us for their ten days Onam vacation. Onam is a festival of the people in Kerala. It comes after our first term exams and so its a time to enjoy. Nida and Huda came to our home to enjoy their vacation with fishing and swimming. They don’t have a river near their house, and water is scarce there. So usually my cousins from my Umma’s side come to stay with us for a good one hour bath, and the fun with the river. But this time it seems they haven’t gone out to the river. The birdy and its eggs have kept them inside the home.
Huda came running in to see her egg.
“Oh, Aunty!” She shouted, “The eggs have gone a little bit!”
Umma smiled at her, and gave her a cup of coffee.
“You say that everyday, and I don’t find any difference in it!” Umma said.
“That’s because you are not exited about the eggs as them.” I replied.

* * *
The birdy came there some two weeks ago. One morning when I came to the kitchen, it was sitting there. I tried to shoo it away, but Umma stopped me.
“The bird also have got its right on the earth.” She said.
Oh, yeh. I thought. The birds, cats, squirrels, dogs, lizards, ants, cockroaches, bees, flies, bats, rats, mosquitoes, snakes and everything have got their right to live on this earth. Who are we to get rid of them when we are the real intruders? We have cut their forests and pushed them out of their dwellings. So they have come to live in our dwellings. These are not my thoughts. I’ve read it in the book of the great malayalam author Vaikom Muhammed Basheer, in his short story, Inheritors of the Earth. Umma and Baba ( dad) believes in his philosophy – every animal has got a right to live where ever it likes. I also liked that philosophy, until I saw a snake in the garden. Now I have excluded some animals from the big list of Mr. Bahseer ( sorry sir, but I cannot live with a snake in my garden) – first of all, the snakes, then the scorpions, the centipedes, the big black ants and such insects and animals that are harmful. There was a rat in the house. Every night it will come to eat the food in the dustbin. Once inside it, it cannot get out. Every morning Umma will take it outside to throw it away in the bushes, but it returns to the dustbin at night. I have seen this cycle going on for at least two weeks. Umma won’t kill the rat, nor the rat will go away. It seems they have become good friends, now the rat waits for Umma in the morning, to take it out. It isn’t afraid of Umma anymore.
Well, coming to the birdy, it has found a nice little hole on our roof. I was not able to put it in a specific species or class, so i just named her birdy. I didn’t even know the gender of the bird, but the feminist in me regarded it as a ‘her’. But later it came out to be a female (feminism wins!). Sometimes when we sit for breakfast or lunch, we could see small the birdy coming with small pieces of twigs, wires, clothes, cotton, leaves and paperbits. Within days, a small and cute nest came into sight.
“I think we are going to have a new family here.” Umma said.
“But Nida and Huda are coming here next week.” I replied. “Will they disturb the bird?”
“Well, we can teach them to take care of the birds.” Umma suggested. “They will have a fun filled vacation.”
We watched the bird. Everyday at sunrise, it goes out. May be, in search of food. By noon it arrives and takes some rest. In the evening it goes out again to return at dusk. The bird became a member of our family, and we became members of her family. She won’t fly away when we go near her. We would pat her head, take her in our arms and feed her with some of the leftovers. She never flew away. She would put her beaks on our hands, as if kissing it.
One evening when I came from college, I saw her sitting in the nest.
“Why haven’t you gone out in search of food?” I asked her.
I felt she had a happy look in her eyes. I went nearer to her nest, to see a part of two tiny little eggs. “Wow!” I cried to her. “So, you have become a mother of twins!”
“Congrats, birdy!” I said to her. Now she had a thank-you look in her eyes ( or is it my imagination?).
Next day morning my cousins arrived. They were very excited when they saw the bird and the eggs. Umma asked them to be careful, and never allowed them to touch the eggs. They could watch the eggs, and softly touch the bird. That was more than enough for them.

* * *
“Aunty, when will the eggs hatch?” asked Nida for the hundredth time.
“I don’t know honey.” Replied Umma, also, for the hundredth time.
They want to see the chicks before the vacation ends. But, there are only two or three days left for the vacation to end! I could have searched the Google or anything like that if I had known the species. But without any specific word to search, how can I search for ‘How many days will it take for birdy’s egg to hatch?’ If the Google search engine was a living creature with hands, it would have slapped me!
Days flew by and it was the evening before Nida and Huda left. They were playing outside when it started to rain. Umma called them inside, because they had to go to school within two days, and fever was the first thing she didn’t want them to have. She poured them some hot milk to keep away the cold. I made myself some hot coffee to keep away the cold. We saw the birdy squeezing herself into the nest to keep her eggs warm.
“Aunty, can we give her a blanket?” Asked Huda.
“God have provided them a blanket, sweety.” Umma replied. “Her feathers are her blanket. It keeps her warm.”
“We won’t be able to see the chicks.” Sighed Nida.
“Don’t worry. May be they won’t leave us at all. When you come here in December for your Christmas, they will be flying around. You can play with that time.” Umma consoled her.
But it didn’t comfort her.She wanted to see the tiny chicks, the process of hatching and their first flying lessons.
The evening became more rainy, and at night, when we were in bed, we could here the storm blowing the trees. It was a scary night, with the rain and storm, and I was grateful when I finally fell asleep. Morning was calm, and the sun looked at the earth to see the damage the storm had brought. I got up and walked into the kitchen. It was a pathetic sight.
The eggs lay cracked on the floor, with the nest. Birdy was flying in circles around the broken eggs. I called Umma, to show her the scene. She asked me to clean the place quickly before Nida and Huda arrived, or they will be very upset at the sight. I cleaned it, with bird flying over my head, and threw the broken eggs into the garden, with a heavy heart.
When Nida and Huda arrived, they enquired about the nest. Umma replied that birdy must have changed her home, as the cats usually do with their kittens. They had to be satisfied with the answer.
The bird flew away when I threw the broken eggs out. It never returned.
We love you, Birdy, and we are sorry for you.


3 Responses to “Birdy”

  1. Sreelal Says:

    Nice post.. Your Umma is so nice.

  2. Najeeba Says:

    Every mothers are nice. God have put a lot of kindness and love in their heart. I’m not a feminist, but to bring up a child needs all the patience, kindness and love in the world!

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