The Story of the Two Bulbuls:
My mother let the Madhumalti vines grow across her window, sacrificing fresh air and a view. For many months months several sets of Bulbuls visit and sometimes rest and nest in the vines.
Every morning having tea with…Mom..I could see her excitement, when the bulbuls chirped and played around…. I ask her have they done your morning meet, she would gleefully smile and be pleased with their morning and evening banter. She slowly began to grow an affinity towards them..
They would keep her company all through their day’s work and Mom was pleased with their periodic Haziri…
Now they’re also some unwelcome resident cats who eat sleep breed and sometimes mess the furniture on our front porch ..the porch has access to the ledge with vines and Mom’s windowsill too.
Now the cats got to know about the nest of bulbuls in the Madhumalti vines by her window. And perhaps the nest eggs had turned into nestlings…
The cats attempt to attack the nest and Mom hobbling hissing and cursing shops the cat away sometimes with her walking stick or asking maid Manoo to chase the cats with the floor viper rod. She has taken it as a mission to protect them.
So far the nest is intact we consider it the two bulbuls affection to Mom and vice verse and sometimes divine providence…
This morning a young kite… got interested in the young nestlings and as usual the bulbuls call out and create havoc chirping… they forget to sing.. and today again they were rescued as I got into the game..
The bulbuls cry out and rescue arrives… we often philsophise and wonder how long will Mom be able to protect them and then we almost reconcile to the laws of nature.. the birds are prey to the cats and kites also created by the same God…
Today on Dad’s passing away anniversary the Bulbuls and nestlings are fine and so is Mom to fight another day…and we will discuss them and their banter as always
