The Bird Democracy

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

Mr. and Mrs. Robin are extremely busy these days. They are preparing to welcome new members to their family. But first, they must find a safe and secure nesting location. It is unquestionably not an easy task. What they have to say about the process is as follows. Ms Robin, 'I am worried. There aren't many good spots left. We need to find a location that ensures protection from the elements. Mr Robin has been hunting for a space and me too.' Mrs. Robin 'I'm concerned. There aren't many suitable locations left. We need to find a location that will keep us safe from the elements. Mr Robin, like me, has been looking for a place.' Finally, the day came when the two found the perfect home. 'It's a tiny birdhouse in the middle of a garden.' It is spacious and comfortable on the inside. 'There is no danger of the nest getting wet or being blown away by the wind,' says Mr Robin. 'The house looks nice from the outside because the h