On taking care of offsprings, what the writer observed a pair of parent birds, cared for their, baby birds, until they're old enough, to fly out…translated…
During the day, my mother sat on the single couch in the living room. That old house of over fifty years, the blinds, and the glass windows, and outside, there's the, screens, covered in the dusts of the, years, and the blinds were never, completely, opened wide, like those, stiff, bones, can't extend themselves out freely, and only sees the specific objects, through that half-covered, glass window.
the sketch of the writer, from UDN.com
One day after her nap, my mother announced, that there's a mother bird, taking care of her nest full of babies. And certainly, in the potted plant hung outside was a nest, there were, two baby birds, waiting to be fed. The low murmurs of rustling noises, the parents had come back to feed them. But why had they, selected the potted plant setting for a nest? Could it be, that they wanted keep company with an elderly who sat in her living room alone? My mother's eyes, would start, scanning for new things that came outside of her, windows, and she saw the parent birds, the pair of babies being hatched, it'd added some new expectations to her long and boring, days.
Sometimes, I'd lain by my mother's side, and begged her to sing to me, and the voice came slowly, like the songs of the water from the creek, passed through me, also, through the, baby birds, and we'd all, fallen, into, the murmur sound, and asleep.
I'd waited in the backyard, for the parents to come and feed their young. I'd originally thought that they were the light-vented bulbuls, but as I'd researched it, it was the Pycnonnotidae, the yellow-vented bulbul instead, the biggest difference between the two, is the former had a white belly, the latter, a yellow. The sensitive yellow-vented bulbul found that people are there, and wouldn't head straight back to the nest to feed, instead, it'd, flown around the papaya trees, the light poles, to cause a distraction, used all its might, to protect its offspring. Waited until I'd, left there, then, the parent bird flew back to feed their nest full of babies then.
Later, I'd found, that it was a pair of parents who'd taken turns, bringing the food. Every time the parent birds neared, the babies started, asking for food by making the calls. That beak was like the abyss without a bottom, that well that led to a deep spring of, life, eagerly awaits for the food to be dumped in. Once the parents left, the baby then, waited, patiently, with the well, shut.
The two opened wide up well slowly, reduced in size, the feathers started, growing, fuller by the days, and, I'd seen the babies flapped their wings continually, many times. Were they, yawning, extending their, wings and legs, are they, about to, take, flight? And surely, early one morn, the nest was, emptied out, the parents stopped showing again. I'd missed the babies, leaving their nest, are they, gliding with the wind underneath their wings now? The parents didn't need to teach their young, it's ingrained in their, genetics, the secrets of flight. Leaving the nest, is the end of the natural cycles of life. An extra pair of yellow-vented bulbuls had, joined the skies now, on the cable wires, or on the bushes or the grasses, nearing and getting away, halted to look around, they'd, immediately, calmly, flown, off, made that long, thin line across the, skies, like letting me know, that nothing leaves a, trace, to not mind it that much. And yet, that potted plant still had the traces of the memories of the mother bird, raising her two young birds, and, the mother bird and I were both once, so close to, them.
treasure of life, discovered...photo from online
Sometimes, the calls came from outside my windows from all directions, and I'd, mistakenly believed, that it was the yellow-vented bulbuls, coming back to see their mom, by the, window.
And so, this is, the difference between us and other species of living organisms, the other species raised their young to a certain extent, until their offspring can fend for themselves, and then, they leave them to live or die, but not for humans, we'd stayed with our parents from when we were young, because we needed them, and when we grow older, we'd, leave the nest, but still, returned to visit them, to check on them, to see how our aging parents are doing, to care for them, and that, is the primary difference between us, humans and lower orders of, living organisms like the birds and other mammals.
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