The Bird Democracy

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'

I'm Mr Robin, and I was going about my business and living a carefree life until I met a stranger. It was just another ordinary day in my life. Because the sun was bright and hot, all humans were confined to their homes. The majority of my friends were also sleeping in their nests. But I wasn't in the mood for a nap today. So I went out on my own. As I flew past human homes, I decided to take a rest on one of the porches. I sat there for quite some time, unbothered. I began rummaging in the planted pots, feeling slightly hungry, in search of delicacies such as spiders or ants. This is when something strange occurred. I noticed another Robin out looking for insects, just like me. This stranger was mimicking what I was doing. I was irritated and tried to teach this guy a lesson, but I couldn't get through to him. What was strange was that he looked eerily similar to me, despite the fact that I had never seen him before. He kept mimicking my movements; when I pecke

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