The Bird Democracy

In our neighbourhood, there are some birds with incredible nest-building skills. It includes Mr. Ashy Prinia. His gravity-defining nests are quite strong in addition to being cool to look at. We are in awe of his finished works. He is a master at everything, including material purchasing and spot selecting. Many of us consult him for advice on nest design, construction methods, and placement. Mr. Ashy Prinia is a great architect! He has been really busy lately. He has been moving quickly from place to place. We know! He is onto another build. As expected, he has done it again. This time, he has chosen to build his nest right in the front of the garden, on the top most leaf of the plant. It is visible yet invisible. Absolutely magical! We observed him skillfully combining the collected feathers and linen with the leaves. When he was satisfied with the stitching, he began to pile extra soft things into the centre. When asked, the master architect shared his thoughts about his

Most birds are dozing off in their nests at night. One bird, nevertheless, starts to move around. It keeps an eye on all of the community's nighttime activities. The Indian Scops Owl lives by himself. He doesn't spend much time interacting with the other birds because he is most active at night. He also never shows up for morning meetings. Many birds had recently voiced their displeasure over the nighttime barking coming from the streets. This happened more than once. Only one person could explain it because it was happening at night. Therefore, Mr. Indian Scops Owl was invited to the following community meeting, which was conducted late at night. Here is what Mr. Indian Scops Owl had to say- "Good morning to all! It is fantastic to finally catch up with the other birds. What appears to be going on? Why did everyone come here late at night? ", asked Mr. Indian Scops Owl after his customary gruff welcome. The Babbler sisters spoke in unison "Oh! Mr. In

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, my name is Little Babbler and I am the youngest member of the Babbler family. We are a group of seven sisters who enjoy running around and having fun with one another. But one day, the games got the best of me. This is what occurred. It was just another ordinary day. We were having a good time bickering and playing in our favourite garden. Because it was spring, the garden was in full bloom. It was ideal for a game of hide and seek due to the dense green bushes. We were all hiding from my elder sister. I discovered an ideal location underneath a bougainvillaea creeper. Unfortunately, when I went inside, I didn't realise the humans were growing some plants beneath the creeper. A net was used to keep the plants safe. As I went inside, I got caught! I attempted to free myself, but the more I moved, the more I became entangled. I began to panic and cried out for help. My sisters heard my cry and tried to assist, but my wings were badly entwined by this point. I was b