The Bird Democracy

Since Saturday, there has been nothing but commotion in the bird community. The cause being the Jungle Babbler sisters. There are have been running around bickering in the entire lane, disrupting the peace of the community. Everyone is so irritated but no one dared to intervene, the ladies are a handful. Once Mr. Robin who is the most jovial person in the community told them to speak quietly and he was told off by all seven of them. Poor Mr. Robin, it was so traumatic that he did not venture out for somedays.  But this time, it was not an outsider that had sparked the bickering. It seems one of the sisters had ventured off on her own and made friends with another group of Babblers. This for them was unacceptable and unforgivable. Most of the birds are friendly and would not mind expanding their tribe but not the babbler ladies for them their family unit is closed.  A Portrait of Dejected Ms. Jungle Babbler So, unfortunately when she was caught in the act by the younger sist

Yes, you heard that right.  Today is National No Fly Day. This day is observed yearly on August 15. It is a day when birds are warned to not take flight. Because we love flying, no one looks forward to National No Fly Day. We have to stay cooped up in our nests, as venturing out is too risky. But it can't be avoided.  Here is Mr. Rose-ringed Parakeet warning his child from flying today.  Why do we observe No Fly Day when we don't want to?  It is simple, we have no choice. Every year on August 15, humans celebrate their Independence Day. On this day, humans gather on their terraces to fly their kites. A fun sport for them is a death trap for us. While we can spot the brightly coloured kites competing in the air, it is the transparent thread connected to the kite.  Mr. Parakeet shares, "It is deadly. Many of our friends and family members got injured by the invisible thread. The thread is so sharp that it can cause permanent damage. Some lost their wings while others

Good morning! Hope you are had a great week. As you have already read, July marks the beginning of a new season with fresh visitors. A new couple has entered our bird community.  It's the Common Mynas.  Mr. and Mrs. Mynas narrowed their search for a new home in our neighbourhood. The Myna couple is quite private moving and doing things together. They have yet to interact with the rest of the members of the community. We, the birds, are also curious but keep our distance. "We don't want to turn them away, but we need to be cautious. Have you ever looked into their eyes? "Ms. Sparrow remarked. Mr. Bulbul, ever cheerful, chimed in, "Yes, their eyes are beautiful, but they are also sharp and piercing. They seem to be constantly observing and watching us. But it's their call that bothers me." "Yes, indeed. They appear to be making fun of our activities. It's their chuckle-like call that gives this impression "Ms. Sparrow agreed. She

We had previously learned that Ms. Shikra was dissatisfied with her portrait. She had asked the human to redo her drawing because she was dissatisfied. The human agreed and promised to create a coloured portrait of Ms. Shikra. An unfortunate series of events, such as illness, prevented the human from delivering the portrait sooner. But Ms. Shikra's constant reminders were effective, and it is now here. Let us now see how Ms. Shikra feels. Good news, friends! "It is finally here. My patience has been rewarded. The human has completed my coloured portrait. I've been waiting for this drawing for almost a month. What do you think? Isn't it good?" "Overall, I like it. Of all the features, I love the eyes. Doesn't it look scary yet wise. I also love how my feathers have been drawn. When I showed this drawing of mine to the rest of the birds, they were in awe as well. The babbler sisters approved as well. I could sense their jealousy." "If

Greetings everyone!  How did your week go? Actually, ours was quite drab. Days begin in a predictable pattern for us. We are jolted awake by each other's calls. Someone else, like us, gets up at the crack of dawn and comes outside to greet us. The human being. She comes in and greets us. Ensures that all water pots are filled with fresh water and that the feeding bowls are clean. She just lets us be, no matter what we're up to. Occasionally, she appears in the afternoon to check on the water pots. She comes up to play in the evenings. But she's been missing for a week. One day led to the next, and there was still no sign of the human. We saw the others, but she didn't appear. Her disappearance has been noticed by all of the birds. No one had seen her, not even the sparrow family, collared and laughing doves, pigeons, or babbler sisters. She has also not been seen on her balcony. Mynas speculated that she might have left. How can she do so without saying good

Ms. Shikra is displeased. It all started when she overheard the babbler sisters gossiping last month. They were discussing how someone was drawing bird portraits. She approached them, curious, to learn more. They told Ms. Shikra about the human who was drawing bird portraits. Ms. Shikra was directed to the portrait artist by the sisters. She dashed off to see her drawing, hoping to hang it in her home. When she arrived, she asked the human to show her her picture. But what caused her to be so unhappy and dissatisfied? Read on to know Ms. Shikra's story.  Here is what Ms. Shikra saw. 'It was ugly,' Ms. Shikra added. 'It didn't look anything like me,' she continued. I am known for my petite yet strong frame. And my sharp eyes. My beautiful white-brown front and silver wings were also not seen because the portrait was in black and white. I was furious, and I squawked my dissatisfaction at the human.' 'What made it much worse was that I wasn'

Everyone within a certain radius (birds, humans, animals) is rudely awakened at 5:30 AM. by a series of continuous loud and piercing sounds. Unlike man-made clocks, there is no off switch for this sound. The constant 'ti-tri-te-teri' lasts about 30 - 40 minutes. The intensity of the alarm call varies with distance from the sound source. So, who is the culprit? It's Mr. Red-wattled Lapwing himself! Here's what Mr. Asian Lapwing has to say about the commotion he causes. "I don't see why it's such a big deal," Mr. Lapwing says. "It's a regular part of my summer routine. The morning is my favourite time of day. The sun gradually spreads its light and warmth to everything it comes into contact with. The dew on the grass in the early morning is still keeping the ground cool. The light breeze has yet to dry and heat up. The morning light also reminds you that it is a new day with limitless possibilities." Mr. Lapwing went on, "M

Everyone deserves a true friend. A friend who will except them as they are. Someone to play, share secrets, get advice, and laugh with. As easy as it sounds, finding a true friend in this world is often challenging, especially as an outsider. But it is possible. Mr. Crow and Ms. Dove's friendship is an example of this. Continue reading this short for a birds eye view on friendship.  Can a Crow be Friends with a Dove? They certainly can. Mr. Crow describes how he became friends with Ms. Dove in this short. Who am I? 'Hello to everyone. My name is Mr. Crow. In my neighbourhood, I am a young, misunderstood bird. I enjoy making new friends, but other birds will not play with me no matter how hard I try. They are afraid of me and run away when I approach. Until I met Ms. Dove, that is.' Who is Ms. Dove? 'Ms. Dove is a delicate and beautiful bird in our colony. She has a lovely and soothing laugh. Ms. Dove is a loner who spends her days minding her own business.'

Kabutars (rock pigeons) elicit two opposing feelings in Indians: 'Aaa' or 'Hhat' (come or go). The rock pigeons have thrived in the busiest, most crowded, and human-dominated regions on the planet, despite the love and abuse they have received. With their concrete landscapes, cities have limited green spaces. Rock pigeons, for example, have mastered the art of adapting to urban environments. These medium-sized greyish-blue pigeons are probably the most frequent in cities today. Have you ever pondered how they were able to accomplish such a feat? 5 Rock Pigeon Mantras for Resilience and Survival In this exclusive interview, Ms. Pigeon shares her family's mantras for successfully coexisting with humans in cities.  Seize Opportunities  'In the city, there are those who look after us and those who do not. So, we might get grain and water today, but not tomorrow. Knowing this, we pigeons have learned to stay positive and adapt to our surroundings. If we are unable to

Things have been crazy in our neighbourhood lately. All the birds have been gossiping about the new development. The crows and babblers have been put on guard duty. The kites are monitoring the situation from above. Birds have been advised to hide their offspring and stay alert. Humans are also being careful. Boiling heat and lack of good and water aren't the only problems that summers bring. It heralds the visit of an intruder or intruders (which is worse!). Monkeys.  They come in search for water sources. And park themselves on the water tanks to cool their bodies. They are super destructive as well. Some even break the tanks and uproot trees when agitated. If possible they enter homes and steal food. Humans try to shoo them in order to avoid damage.  Like humans, we keep away as far as possible. We take turns to keep an eye on its movements and squirrels chip in. All of us are patiently waiting for Mr. Monkey to leave for peace to prevail. 

Hello, our names are Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow. In our family, we are the third generation. Our forefathers discovered a safe little hole to build our nest in about ten years ago. Today, we're staying at home with our children. In the building where we live, there is a human family. There is a terrace garden with many plants at the house. Humans are friendly, providing us with water and food. When she comes to visit, the sweet lady also greets us, and we return the greeting. Winter has arrived, and it has been cold and harsh. This is not our favourite season. It's difficult to find food. The trees are barren, and the insects have gone underground. It's extremely difficult. But we are fortunate. Every morning, the human comes to visit and feeds us. It's very tasty. We all wait for her in the same spot, greet her with songs as she says hello, and patiently wait for the cups to be filled. There is enough for everyone, including the silver munia family, the babbler s