Ever
since childhood, I have seen various 'winged guests' visit our home.
They always arrived uninvited (but definitely not unwanted), made their little
homes within our home, took up as little space as possible, built their
homes with straw, thread, twigs and any other riffraff they could lay
their hands, er... claws upon.
They shared food, made love, threw tiny garbage around, quarreled, laid eggs, caused ruckus and then, one fine day, left without bidding adieu. The only rent they paid was through their chirps and songs. At times, they did leave behind poems too as gifts - either with me or my father.
The new addition to the list of such 'uninvited guests' is the tailor-birds. Choosing the red spot croton's long leaves for their cosy homes, intricately stitching its leaves together, making it fluffy with foam and threads found elsewhere, they have built their own little home inside our home. Wonder what they will leave behind as rent this time!
They shared food, made love, threw tiny garbage around, quarreled, laid eggs, caused ruckus and then, one fine day, left without bidding adieu. The only rent they paid was through their chirps and songs. At times, they did leave behind poems too as gifts - either with me or my father.
The new addition to the list of such 'uninvited guests' is the tailor-birds. Choosing the red spot croton's long leaves for their cosy homes, intricately stitching its leaves together, making it fluffy with foam and threads found elsewhere, they have built their own little home inside our home. Wonder what they will leave behind as rent this time!
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