Always In My Heart
It was the summer of 2016.One day, I was working in my kitchen when I heard some tapping sound in my chimney. At first, I didn’t pay much attention and those sounds started coming regularly. I mentioned it to my husband and he told me that some bird must have made a nest in the chimney.The days passed on and I got habitual to those sounds when one day I heard weak chirps in my chimney. A thought immediately hit my mind that what if there are babies in there. So I stopped the use of chimney for few days. Yet another day, as I was working in my kitchen, I heard loud squeaks at the mouth of my chimney.We quickly called the electrician and he dismantled chimney plates. The birds had flown away by that time leaving behind the nest and a young one.The technician pulled out all the nest.He told my husband that the chimney hole should be covered otherwise the birds would settle inside again.
Few days passed, we cared for the young bird as our very own family member. At first, we used to feed him with small balls of flour but he seemed reluctant to eat them which worried us. So, I decided to gather information about it. Well, it was an American Robin Magpie.
We studied its nature and it’s food habits and found out that it’s a non-vegetarian bird who only eats insects and all. So we started to dig up the garden to search for insects like earthworms, leeches and caterpillars and luckily, we found many as it was the rainy season.
Now came the time to feed, so with the help of a YouTube video, we searched for the voice of the bird and videos of similar birds chirping. On seeing and hearing that, the little bird got attracted to it and as I tried to feed him, he quickly galloped the small pieces of insect. After that, we kept him back in the basket to keep him safe and for a good sleep.
Every morning, I would let the bird go out so that he could meet his mother. I didn’t intend to keep that bird by any force, it’s just that I knew he wasn’t grown enough to face the world by itself. A few days passed I kept the bird at my place and as usual, we used to release it outside so that it could meet its mother who used to feed him properly.
As it was the rainy season, on one such rainy day I saw that the bird was sitting on the boundary wall and was completely wet. so I picked him up gently and placed on a dry tree branch as it was in the shade and for some time we watched him and came in again. After a while, we came out to check on it and saw that it again was on the same wet spot, all wet so I tried to pick it up but it jumped and flew in the plot adjacent to my house.
I got very worried and called him but it just sat on a branch. His mother came and started calling for it and the bird was responding too but she was not able to locate it for a while.
When she finally did, she fed it with insects and flew away, I was very worried as the rain showers were incessant and the bird was drenched. Later on, I almost lost hope that it would come back and I even feared that it would die due to cold and hunger but the next day the bird was once again in our garden. I tried to catch it but the bird spread its wings and flew away as if never to come back.
I wanted to share this incident with you all. I had developed a profound attachment to that little bird, perhaps every doting mother would have. Even today when I see a grown-up bird of that species, I wonder if it’s that very young one, all grown up and healthy. When it flew away, I felt so sad, as if something precious had been taken away from me. I often cried for that baby.
This event took place two years back but I still clearly remember how it used to speak and sit on my hand with a pinch but I’m happy from the fact that he is free in his world and might be enjoying his freedom. Isn’t that how we feel when our own children go away for higher studies, jobs and settle in their own lives far away from us? However, that’s how life is meant to be and we must live it to the fullest!