Prelude
For
the second time in as many months I am stepping outside my familiar territory, this
time documenting and presenting this short pictorial story of a bird and its
new-born babies with a quaint mixture of exhilaration and sadness. For someone whose enjoyment of nature had rarely
gone beyond the inanimate till now, this has been a wonderfully new
experience. The center stage for this
story is my own backyard at home in Mysore, the action largely confined to a
beautiful small flower plant (a variety of jasmine)
and another (a variety of hibiscus) just
behind it, both seen in the following picture:
Besides
the bird, its new born offspring and I, the dramatis
personae in this act are my wife, my elder daughter and my grandson, the
last two spending part of their summer vacation with us at home. In small supporting roles are several other
birds, obviously the relations and friends of mama bird. The inevitable villain in the piece doesn’t
appear until the very end of the story which unfortunately was just a little
over two days after it all started for us.
Discovery and Delight
It
was on the afternoon of the last day of last month that my daughter excitedly
rushed to me and said that she had discovered a nest inside the flower plant
and thought that a bird might have hatched its eggs there. She had made the discovery when she had
accidentally brushed against the plant and a bird flew out from inside threateningly
at her, flapping its wings wildly and making a shrieking noise, instinctively
to protect the nest and the hatchlings inside from what must surely have
appeared to it as an act of external aggression. My daughter had also reacted instinctively by
rushing inside the house and bolting the door.
It was perhaps an instance of Newton’s third law applied to the living
world in a qualitative way.
When
I digested what she was trying to say, I instinctively pulled out my camera and
went out with her to the backyard to see for myself. When I gingerly peered into the plant from a
safe distance without upsetting anything, I did see the nest clearly, with mama
bird keeping careful vigil from nearby.
Here is the part of the flower plant where the bird had built its nest,
obviously over a period of time before laying its eggs.
[Many of the pictures
shown here are in high resolution and can be blown up to their full size by
clicking on a picture and opening it in a separate window]
I
had no idea as to when the nest was built, the eggs laid and later hatched. However, my wife said she had first noticed the
nest building activity 2-3 weeks prior to the discovery, had actually seen two
eggs in the nest several times for about a week, and had even showed it excitedly
to our two small grandchildren who were visiting us at that time along with
their mother. She had even seen mama
bird incubating the eggs at least on one occasion and thought that they were perhaps
hatched just a few hours before our discovery.
Her inquisitive observations had met with considerable resentment from
mama bird who even tried to attack her once.
Regrettably, my wife had not shared any of this information with me
earlier, assuming that my photographic interests didn’t extend to such
happenings.
I
could capture a picture of mama bird perched on a rope close by, shrieking to
frighten away any intruders. Here is the
high-zoom picture I took with a recently acquired Canon PowerShot SX40 HS
super-zoom (35x optical) camera which I had been planning to use to capture the
Transit of Venus (see my previous blog post) due to happen a week from then.
I
was curious enough to wonder to which of the thousands of known species this
particular bird belonged but had no skills of my own to find out. I have a high admiration for bird watching as
a serious hobby (Dr Salim Ali, the late ‘birdman of India’, is someone I admire
immensely), but never indulged in it myself.
I thought of finding out the answer from a knowledgeable person. Dr Narasimhan of Virajpet, an acknowledged
expert in the field, came to my help and sent me a whole dossier on this bird species
after I had sent him two of the pictures I had taken.
This
bird, called the red-whiskered bulbul,
is a well-known member of the bulbul
family found in abundance in populated areas of tropical Asia. Supposed to be easily identifiable from their
distinctive appearance, they are also known to be sociable, lively, energetic,
and above all, very noisy as we quickly discovered. Their nests consist of an open cup of twigs and leaves built mostly in bushes or trees.
An
aura of excitement and joy enveloped our household and all of us felt honored
by the avian visitation, however unexpected and uninvited it may have been, but
never unwelcome. Our immediate concern
was to ensure that the intruder felt comfortable and wholly at home in its new
habitat. Afraid of frightening it away,
we tiptoed around the flower plant, trying to get a glimpse of what was inside
the nest without the slightest intrusive action. When I saw mama bird had moved away and
perched itself on top of my house, I gently pushed the leaves around the nest,
saw that there were two little new born baby birds inside and took a shot at
the sight with my camera as close as it could reach without letting mama bird
get suspicious. I succeeded in getting
the following picture with one of the baby birds popping its little head up,
trying perhaps to find out what I was up to.
It was a wonderfully exciting moment for me. After seeing this picture I realized that my earlier
picture of the nest also showed the baby’s head, but most of it hidden by a
leaf. I had to wait a long time before I
could capture both the babies in the nest.
Fear and Distrust
However
hard we tried, there was an air of fear haunting our guest, who had by now been
joined by several of its sympathetic avian friends who would often set off a
coordinated audio blast if we went too close to the nest. Here is one of them I shot from a
considerable distance while it indulged in its angry cacophony in support of
mama bird. It may well have been the
papa bird. There were several others not
quite so vocal but appeared to be equally supportive.
The
chorus of support continued for the rest of the evening and our efforts to
pacify the guests went unheeded. At one
point, with their ‘shout at sight’ policy, their cacophony was so loud that it
sounded like a unilateral declaration of war on their part. For a fleeting moment I recalled a scene in
Alfred Hitchcock’s eerie movie, “The Birds’, and quickly took comfort in the
fact that it was only fiction, however superbly conceived. Sensing their mood, we adopted a unilateral
declaration of peace, deciding to leave them to themselves for the rest of the
day and stayed indoors, with the backyard fully off limits. But before doing so, I took a high-zoom shot
at mama bird that was hiding inside the tree and close to its nest, superbly
camouflaged as the next picture shows. This
camouflage effect is equally prominent in two or three of the pictures that
follow later, featuring mama bird inside the nest.
Peace and Friendship
When
I woke up the next morning, I went to assess the situation with camera in
hand. Everything was quiet and mama bird was not on
the scene. So, I walked up to the plant,
gingerly pushed aside the leaves surrounding the nest, and took a real close
look inside. Stealthily, I managed a
series of shots one of which is reproduced below. It was my first sight of the two baby birds
lying together and one over the other.
Not since I had seen just-born human twins placed inside a cradle in a
hospital many years ago had I seen anything so tender. No words can describe such an experience.
Mama
bird returned alone and sat in the nest with the little ones under its belly. It became distinctly edgy when I tried to get
close to it for a picture, but did not show any of the hostility of the
previous evening. It appeared not to be
looking at us as a serious threat to its survival and didn’t seem to need the
intervention of its small army of friends.
Indeed none of them were summoned.
A truce had been implicitly agreed upon.
Peace was round the corner if we persisted. It was heading towards the ‘live and let
live’ situation we all wanted.
Whenever
the situation allowed I was able to shoot a number of pictures of the inmates
of the nest which I was able to peep into closer and closer as the morning
progressed. With mama bird looking from
a distance and not overtly objecting, I managed some decent shots including the
following ultra-close-up showing the two little ones in supremely peaceful
slumber, unmindful of my machinations.
Here
is another picture taken a little later that evening when the ambient light was
so poor that the camera flash had fired on its own, but without disturbing the
inmates who still seemed to be asleep, though in an altered state. By this time, mama bird had actually stopped
its vigil, perhaps realizing that we were really her friends.
Things
were so calm and quiet that we put aside our concerns and stopped bothering
about the guests altogether. We would
have liked to provide them whatever they needed, but had no way of knowing what
these were. Perhaps they just needed to
be left to themselves.
Later,
when I went to bed that night, I wondered how long the situation would last
and, above all, would there be any danger to the nest and its habitants from
any predators. I had no inkling of this
whatever, blissfully ignorant of what could happen.
Calm before the Storm
Early
next morning I looked inside the nest and found the baby birds stirring and
trying to move around. Here is a picture
taken while they were attempting this.
When
I looked inside the nest a few hours later, an unexpected sight greeted
me. Mama bird was sitting quietly
inside, apparently asleep, with the babies presumably under its protective
belly. My proximity didn’t seem to
disturb it or bother it in any way. Here
is a picture of this surreal sight.
When
I looked in a little later, the scene was the same except that mama bird had
woken up and moving its head around even as I approached it hesitantly. When I saw no sign whatever of any
resistance, I went as close as I could without actually touching it and took
the following picture. I felt I could
have indeed touched it at that instant and the bird would have not minded my
doing so. It looked rather forlorn and I
thought at that moment it even wanted to be touched and comforted.
Around
noon, I looked in again to find mama bird away, with the baby birds fully awake
and in excellent shape. Considering how
well they seemed to have adapted themselves to their environment, I ventured as
close as physically possible and shot this heart-warming picture.
It
was sometime in the afternoon that I found mama bird back in her nest and
sitting rather pensively and looking all around frequently. I tried to cheer her up and went close enough
even to be able to touch her on her back.
She was in no mood for this and waved me away with a violent shake of
her head as if to ask me if I was not being too frivolous with her. Little did I suspect at that time that this
could have been due to her apprehension of danger from some lurking predator we
had no knowledge about. When I tried
again, she looked at me angrily with a shriek that I had not heard for over
twenty four hours since the truce between us had gone into effect. I had the presence of mind to catch her in
the act. Here is the result of my
effort, yet another ultra-close-up picture, a tragically memorable one.
A
couple of hours later I went again and saw mama bird in a much better mood,
with the babies clearly visible in front and cozying up to her. For the first time, and sadly for the last
time as well, I was seeing all three of them together. We took turns to peep in and see this incredibly
moving sight, taking care not to produce even a whiff of disturbance. More significantly, I was able to capture this
extraordinary scene with my camera. Here
is the result of my effort, one of my most cherished photographs ever, arising
out of an incredible photo opportunity.
Disaster and Distress
Late
in the afternoon, my grandson rushed to me with forebodings of something amiss
with the nest and its inhabitants. He
thought they had vanished, leaving the nest in disorder. I rushed to see for myself; he could not have
been more precise. Indeed there were no
signs of the nest and its recent occupants and, what was terribly upsetting,
the nest was in total disarray and appeared to have been ransacked. Had it not been for this disturbing sight, we
would have assumed that mama bird had flown away to a safer place carrying the
babies with her. But the circumstantial
evidence went heavily against this possibility.
Slowly, it dawned on us that our little guests had fallen prey to some
unseen predator.
We
soon had a plausible explanation. My
wife recalled having noticed the rather noisy movements of a cat earlier in the
afternoon, a frequent and unwelcome visitor, always trying to get entry into our
house and rarely succeeding. Surely it
must have been on the prowl and inflicted the terrible damage when it could. While mama bird might have flown away to
safety when attacked, the babies certainly couldn’t have escaped from the
vicious attacker. We could only surmise
the outcome of this one-sided struggle.
A
pall of gloom had descended on our household and we felt that part of it had
been snatched away, creating a void. As
the magnitude of our loss sank in, we retreated from the scene to mourn in
silent sorrow and solitude, not a word having been said among us for the rest
of the day. I dedicate this pictorial
tribute to the memory of two ecstatic days in our lives which ended in such agony.