These photos were taken over the past few days. Baby's fine, doing well and growing fast. It sensed D for danger everytime I climbed a rickety table to get a closer look. I was wrong in thinking it'd go "cheep-cheep" (an overdose of bird cartoons in my younger days!!) because the only sound it made came from opening and shutting its beak. Although I took great care not to scare it, it was annoyed. I was, after all, an alien. All puffed up as I went nearer for this shot. I didn't see the mother near the nest when I went to the shed but she was in the vicinity, either on the wire or on a tree, and that was a heartening sight. These might also turn out to be the last pictures. Look at the feathers! Isn't she beautiful? And beginning to look like the mother too! She even raised one feather when I went too close. She could well be on her maiden flight in a day or two. And I also found out that a fledgeling pigeon is called a squab. I wasn't aware about this earlier. I thought the beak looked too long for such a tiny body but a few days' growth has changed all that. Here's to a fine little bird....may you never run out of worms, nuts, leaves, bugs and berries. And if you're a 'she' as I'd like to believe, may you come here when it's time for you, to nest and brood...
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau