I had a Professor, I distinctly remember him for his gruff voice but like the tv was on the lowest volume possible! He was very knowledgable and we all accepted him in great regard. One lecture session, a pigeon paid a visit to our class. He stopped midsentence and looked as if he had seen a ghost! He said he would stop the class for now because of the unexpected guest. We didn’t know whether to laugh or keep a straight face. Somehow we managed to shoo the poor creature out of the window. It looked as perplexed and scared as him! He then told us that he was very scared of birds and especialy pigeons! There begins my friendship with pigeons!! There were times when each of us wished for a pigeon to break into our class to put a stop to the boring ( read interesting but sleep inducing) lectures.
Pigeons were common in our place, right from vandalizing our tables to suprise inspections, I was used to them. One particular incident that aroused my sympathy for them happened a few days ago. My aunt’s flat is a pigeon hot spot. You can see a brood of pigeons preening and chatting any time of the day. There was one couple of pigeons who made a home on the ledge facing her washroom. They romanced there, dated there , waxed eloquent on the purpose of life and answered nature’ s calls. Let’s say they were not the clean sort nor did they think of hiring a maid!
Spring of their life came, the female laid two eggs!Not to break the eggs my aunt hoped they will move away once they are hatched. This seemed a far fetched dream. The pigeons seemed to love the spot and went on adding members. Moving the eggs didn’t help ! We didn’t even know if it were the same pigeons or if they kept a ‘For Sale’ board for future tenants!
They seemed to share a good bond with me though. I like the fact that they respected privacy! You see when I use the restroom ,they flutter away and come when I close the door! I like to imagine that they share a warm bond with me rather than believe that they are scared of me!
This made me think, are they the real culprits or us? We are the real home snatchers! We seem to be oblivious to the fact that they are homeless because we needed homes! High rise buildings that mushroomed have taken away their niche. They try to make do with what they have but we find a problem then too. I feel sad at the plight of birds, we have a home to retire to, what about them? The night wind blows, they puff out their chest and sit meditating on something only visible to their eyes. They croon a lullaby to their young ones of their grandparent’s exploits in the lap of nature. When that crowded were trees and what sounded were the sounds of nature! When they had ancestoral homes , when they had blue clear skies for flying! To the times they played tag with the clouds , to listening to the gossip of the trees while faking sleep and evesdropping on their conversations. I lay in my bed at peace and hope that they are too.