Well
who can boast of 10 flowers on the rooftop garden and five and more
in the tiny outdoor garden?
Well
who can boast of 10 flowers on the rooftop and five and more in the
tiny outdoor garden?
Well
who can boast of 10 or more butterflies on the rooftop garden and
five and more in the tiny outdoor garden?
Well
who can boast of 3 pairs of Nectar or Honey birds on the rooftop
and five and more pairs of Munia or Battihchas and Suticchas in the
tiny outdoor garden?
The
Suttichas with a needle like beaks are ferocious if interfered with
(tiny but ferocious) and pair of them chased me out of the rooftop
garden.
One
was feeding on tiny spiders and tiny insects.
The
other was searching for a plants (taller than me) with branches
spreading under the asbestos roofing for place for nest.
I
frightened them since cats are always there to prey on them.
I
have a beautiful photo of a tiny nest with our dogs hair as a padding
they made when I was away for six weeks (rooftop garden gone to
wilderness).
Our
dog is no more but every time when I see these tiny birds they remind me of
the good times and bad times.
Well
we can have all these even on a rainy day.
That
is only if you care for them tenderly.
Not
with the idea of selling it to a guy/girl who does not understand
plant biology.
It
is just like giving a scholarly political book published in academic
cycles in the West to a Ceylonese politician?
The
ideas won’t filter into actions but only to rhetoric.
Where
is liberty, equality and fraternity?
It
is only books published after Carl Marx, the greatest critic of
capitalism not socialism.
A
cooperative society is an antithesis to corporate organizations big
or small.
Avant
Garden is a good local example.
Singing
Birds
I
wake up to the sound of singing birds.
I
have now faced with a problem.
I
try to identify them by their chirpy, chippy, churns but cannot.
Let
me list the ones I can identify.
Crows
caw, quacks of duck, cock-a-doodle-doo
of
cocks and few more.
But
I hate the whine of mosquitoes.
They
keep me up all night.
So,
when I am up early with a nasty bite of a mosquito, with raging
anger, to calm me and get to Metta Mode, I listen to the early birds.
Probably
our domesticated fowl is the first to crack and wake up.
Then
the jungle fowl and little later and afterward,
there are many more birds whistling which I cannot identify but worth
recording on a sonogram.
I
can identify the Polkhicha that come and gobble my guppies.
Then
the babblers, bul bul and last the Ceylon Oriole and the parrots and
musical coucal.
I
cannot count ten (ducks are not in my neighbourhood but are
in frozen state in a deep
freezer) and I give up.
Birds
in Paradise Lost and the Juvenile Delinquent
This
piece was long overdue.
Ceylon
used to be a paradise for birds.
Not
anymore.
It
has many reason as I see them as a bird lover and a bird watcher but
I have to highlight some recent developments ornithologist has not
studied adequately.
I
wrote a piece 2 years ago about a an Indian Oriole pair who did not
migrate back for long period of time.
This
coincided with the full operation of the Coal Power Plants.
I
was obsessed to point out that the wind currents were effected by the
commission of the Coal Power Plant and the it probably affected their
detection of thermal range and the decision to migrate back to beyond
Afghanistan.
They
did remain for a prolong period and finally disappeared for good and
never returned for the subsequent two years.
I
was predicting that they would breed here but that prediction has no
credible evidence to support by way of young ones.
Instead
more of the local Oriole who prefers jungle habitat started vising
our small garden.
Their
was an unusual increase of local bird visiting our neighborhood for
two reason.
1.
Water.
2.
The fruit tree they love to visit and partake its fruits.
During
this period the remaining Bread fruit tree and another jack tree was
consumed but they still have limited tree cover.
The
other reason was that in the name of development and Eco-tours two
remaining Kurulu Kales are being vandalized driving them to move out
looking for safer places. (Kurulu Kale-Jungle reserved for local
habitat both fauna and flora, in fact what is left of, in and around
Kandy city.)
This
development is going at full pace and they are even removing an
overhead pass probably to make room for the Night Races which I will
never watch.
Today
story is more to do with the Buttichacha, the tiny bird that has made
a point to take over our fruit tree for his delinquent acts.
For
his size he is a hero of mine.
One
day I was watching he was pecking a young bat who had lost his way
and resting on another tree upside down on broad day light, like our
politicians.
Their
view about nature, coal power and anything scientific to me looks
like upside down anyway.
Politics
is not a science but a way of life and those guys/girls will never
understand science in correct perspective anyway.
Those
who cannot understand the value of live and let live and
reconciliation won’t understand, science in their day to day life.
The
next episode was this little guy has such a macho that he dare attack
like a live bullet on the Ceylon Oriole whom I have now an special
attraction after the episode with Indian Oriole.
Moment
a Oriole comes he is airborne like a bullet and hit the big guy on
the tummy with his long beak and the big guy won’t attack in return
but shy away like a timid little boy and fly away without partaking
any fruits.
When
this happened, I went into my investigating gear to see whether he
was protecting the young ones or the nest.
My
investigation were negative.
He
was a loner.
He
has not found a bride but his instinct is to wait their for a good
match and when he finds one to built a nest for his lover.
He
is neurotic without a lover.
His
pitch is belligerent and delinquent.
Now
the Oriole expects the attack and cleverly avoid and direct hit and
he was a peaceful guy and never retaliate.
The
Butichcha now goes into pitch of defense (as if protecting the young
ones) and as long as the big one is their makes a racketty noise in
alarm mode.
The big guy picks a fruits from the tree and quickly
flies away.
The
little one goes behind chasing the big guy but unfortunately it
cannot catch up the flight of the Airbus body of the Oriole in
comparison to the pocket size bird.
It
reminds me of the rhetoric of our guys blasting the American.
I
can remember in years gone by China used to have rhetoric against USA
when its air space is violated by American spy planes.
They
go to thousands of warning but the big guy the USA won’t stop the
surveillance.
In
the world of bird when paradise is lost and a partner is not
available for mating what else a little bird can do?
Yelling
in high pitch (like our politicians).
This
one I am going to send to Maha Brahma asking him to intervene and
produce one more (extra) female for this delinquent and boisterous
BOY to pair with,
It
just need one more egg.
Let
him not make it a Buddhist Egg and unfertilized.
When
I asked a favor Maha Brahma promptly addressed my call for the lonely
cuckoos and I have many pairs visiting the garden now.
THANK
YOU.
If
you oblige this time, the rackety noise will disappear in no time
and his delinquency will be gone for good.
I
am not sure our Butchittas come under Swifts or Cuckoos.
Either
way he is a personality good enough to enter our parliament and make
a big noise without substance like the Hela Urumaya or Hela Karumaya.
Birds
birds and birds, where the hell they come from?
This
is my comment below a paper article about unusual bird activity
There
is something radically wrong for them to come out.
I have been
observing this for a while.
I have not nailed it down but In
Kandy it is due to clearing of their habitat on the Hantana foothills
by guys with political patronage.
They move from East to West
which is not normal.
They are now nesting in few trees near our
house.
Never seen before except Blue Kobeeyahs (Ash Parrots).
Second
reason is they need lot of water (not food) due to unusually warm
weather.
Global warming to be precise.
In our case we have
a water purification plant and they come there to bathe and drink
water.
Leave lot of water for them to drink if not bathe.
They
die without water.
Mind you we had two full moons without rain
in Kandy.
Third reason is our mulberry tree is full of fruits
due to warm weather.
I
am trying to make few sapling (very difficult in this warm weather)
of mulberry and give it to my friends to encourage their visits.
If
not Jam Trees would do.
My guess is without visiting the
hinterland, a baaaaaxxxxD with political backing and in the name of
development must be destroying the last vestige of their natural
habitat.
Pass
this message and this news by email to all bird lovers and start
investigating without delay.
I
have few sketches devoted in my blog-post-Linux 100 and parafox to
alert bird lovers of this country.
Try your email in the
meantime.
Thanks for highlighting this phenomenon.