A new year has arrived yet again. A month is almost done. I sit today to write after ages and I really don’t know why it has been this long since I have again decided to pen my thoughts.
Today just seemed the day, somehow. It has been a tumultuous few months of 2022 and another of the new year. Oft I wonder what makes my days hectic and full. And as I try to find my answers, I also say my prayers that I have never found myself bored or disheartened for lack of things to do.
Firstly, it is SOLITUDE – the pleasure of my own company which I love so much. My thoughts, my routine, my cup of favourite beverage – my Nespro coffee has got added to that list recently, my time, my home and my ANIMALS!
Secondly my favourite place to be is at HOME. It offers peace of mind and safety from idiots around. Encapsuled between a protective ring of trees and abundant flora and fauna, my hard work at cultivating a sense of safety for my winged friends – the lovely birds has led to my haven being transformed to paradise.
Thirdly, my animals – My munchkin bunnies and my turkeys are the ones which give me the most beautiful moments in my day. I doubt that there ever will be any other being than your pets who will love you with such devotion that they do.
My turkeys who respond to my every call. And even in protest as I call my newly added set of cute animals – the strays outside our gate: “Babies!!” “No, No, No”, say the turkeys. “We are the only babies outdoors!” And a protesting clucking ensures from Blackberry and Mickey who are nearest to the gate. My heart swells with a happiness and warmth which is very hard to describe. That amazing feeling of being ‘wanted’ and ‘loved’.
On day one when I first started giving food to these cute strays outside, on my return from Australia and as my son insisted after he saw them on the camera from there, Floppy (who I have christened thus as our one ear stays flopped down) came in first and sniffed all food. Then he looked around and thought such windfall couldn’t be true. So, with an air of assumed indifference, Floppy backed out and sat down in attention a few feet away. Slowly walked in Smarty (christened thus because we made that ‘smart’ move), looked at Floppy with a questioning expression and inched with apprehension towards the stand with bowls. He sniffed all three bowls. Smacked his lips and looked around. Then he moved towards the one with milk and rice and had quite some bit of it.
Some more smacking and then a move towards the bowl with chapatis. Smarty grabbed almost half of them and relished them as he chewed on. He had had his fill so he shook himself with contentment and stretched and yawned. Then he walked past Floppy and plonked himself on the road. Floppy looked in disbelief and with trepidation. “Man, you shall regret it”, was his expression. And he kept on intently observing Smarty and almost expecting himself to collapse as the ‘poison’ kicked in. Then I realised that he had not eaten because he was worried the food was spiked.
How we laughed at that wonderfully expressive countenance and extreme doubt which Floppy displayed.
Soon walked in with a limp a scraggy Brownie. He looked around and walked up gingerly to the bowls. Within minutes he polished off the remainder and stretched and smacked his lips before he settled next to Smarty.
Now Floppy kept on looking at both of them, turning his head this way and that. “Why did they not fall down dead?!”, Floppy sat there and wondered.
Today a month later, they wait patiently for their treat – morning and evening. And my son makes sure he is watching the cameras from Australia and has plans to pat them when he comes back on his holiday. That’s what pets do. They just occupy your heart like no one else.
Early morning as I complete my chores and move out to chop up fruits for myself, my bunnies and my turkeys, a half an hour delay gets my two pair of bulbuls to make a distinct twittering to let me know that I am running late and their fruit breakfast has been delayed. The wild doves on the other hand wait patiently atop our solar panels on a lookout for my tray with their home made grain platter. Each of these routines gives me pleasure and a satisfaction at living a life of thankfulness – of a bankable routine, a certainty of moments, a peace of mind of a giving heart.