One night, Pikoo stayed on the balcony. I know this because when I woke up at 4 am to answer nature’s call, he was still there – huddled up in a corner. Motionless!
The very next morning, surprisingly, Pikoo was not there to be seen. Did Noah take him away in his Ark?
The evening of the same day, three pigeons were back on the balcony. Jolly good, one of them was Pikoo.
He looked alert. I saw Pina poking her beak on Pikoo and some fluidy substance dropped down. This time around Pikoo was making short practise flights here and there. Then two more pigeons joined in the hop-fly-hop routine. After spending some time, they all left the balcony. Through my own unbelieving eyes i saw Pikoo’s final flight of the day.
‘The I Do Not Want To Fly’ Pigeon had found his rhythm back. Did someone hire him again as a messenger? Goodbye Pikoo!
I have just removed the bowl of water and rice plate from the balcony. The rice is taken. For some mornings, some sparrows have been kind enough to partake of the rice. The bowl of water is dirty.
Perhaps, the pigeons are looking for an opportunity is to make a nest in my house. Many times, i have caught some unassuming pigeon or the other sneak through the half-openings created by the sliding windows of the balcony. The sound created by the clapping of hands have had been enough to make them fly away.
Once, while coming out of the bathroom, I heard some noises in the dark space just above the bathroom door. As I peeped my head through the door, a pigeon brushed past my head, took a swift right turn and disappeared quickly out of the gap created by the sliding windows. I marveled at the quickness of the bird’s response.