I am penning down some old memories, from when I was five.
When I was a small kid , I enjoyed my holidays in my grandma‘s house with my twin brother Eshwar. My grandma‘s house was in a beautiful, green village in southernmost end of India called Kattuvilai. She had a lovely house. There, we domesticated a few pet birds. They were– the hens Vijayas, the mynas Vidhyas, the parrots Dhanyas and the cocks Rajas. Few peacocks came from nearby places. We fed them with grains. So peacocks also became good friends with other birds in our house.
One evening I was playing with Eshwar and daddy in the front of our house. I saw a big eagle chasing a cute dove. Two crows also accompanied the eagle and all the three chased the dove. The dove was frightened and cried with agony, fell down on the ground in front of our house.
I ran with my brother Eshwar and safely captured the dove and saved it from the chasers. The aggressive eagle and crows left the dove and ran away. I held the dove in my hands, holding as delicately as a flower. Eshwar and I searched its body for any injuries.
Oh God! Yes we found some injuries and the blood was oozing out. Eshwar and I ran to our daddy , showed the dove and told about its agony. Daddy got the dove, handled it very nicely and told, “Don‘t worry lovable dove kanna! | will smear some medicine for your injury. So don‘t worry.“
Yes! Surprisingly, the dove seemed to feel better in my dad‘s hand. Daddy had given some first aid and medicine. The dove felt asleep n my dad‘s hand.
Eshwar and I made a small readymade house for the dove. We named the dove Brisky and domesticated it. Both of us gave it rice, fruit and grains daily. In three days Brisky became well and played happily with us.
Now, Eshwar and I released Brisky from its special house, and domesticated it with other birds Vijayas, Vidhyas, Dhanyas, and Rajas. Brisky mingled with other birds, ate food and lived happily with them.
A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge. So we, the kids, love birds.