pessimism

Long time ago…dj tiesto saved a baby pigeon…or so dada said….
I was the culprit with awful taste to have been playing tiesto…not the crow…no, the raven that comes every spring to our campus to feast on the newborn chicks….
He had scared this baby out of her nest….and the tiny creature had fluttered into our balcony….and the awful music playing in the next room had ensured that no crow came near again… yayy…
We named her polka. she turned out to be a magnificent he later. and lived a happy life chasing coy females…




Sanjana…the neighbors’ kid…pesky one!
She got us a 2nd pigeon…fallen from nest…empty stomach and without knowledge of what swallowing is…
she lived for 10 hopeful days..
7 once we let her out…under the guidance of polka…good old pedophile …
For 7 days she flapped her wings and opened her beaks to every bird nearby….pigeons and crows alike ..asking to be fed…and survived..
We thought she was meant to live….
She had come to our balcony on the 10th night…I like to think she recognized our place…im sure she did not…
Pecked at by an owl….one eye blinded…she died the day after.



This morning a baby crow ..out of the nest and attacked by red ants….
I wanted to let it die...i hate crows…they ate chicki and picki when they were playing in the garden…the feathers were all over for us to see….salim ali says all bird will be extinct if crows aren’t killed…
Its feathers are down yet…the yellow baby slits very there on its beak…and eyes still closed…
It is a losing battle…and I want it to live so desperately…

Baby crow.
I will name u Corvus and you can bring home dead mice. and nobody will scold.