But that's just it - he wasn't meant for any. If you saw him, you best just watch him bring peace to your own soul. You don't (really) (necessarily) go out and TELL anyone you actually saw him.
In any case, no decent Indian lists worth the name have much to say about this chap. Oh yes, listed he is, but sadly, he is migrant. He doesn't even belong here most of the time. He just spends the winter here. So.....most people here don't even know him.
Winter...is almost over. Gone are the days when we wore thermal stuff. The town thaws. Trees lose their leaves. Everything's bare. Gone are the first iced-out mornings when you passed by a lovely green thicket and heard a "tchuck". You looked. You craned your eyes. But never one did you see. This endearing little fluff-ball is hard to see. But he lets you know he's there. That "tchuck" is one of the most comforting sounds promising a snug winter. And the Blyth's Reed Warbler........forages industriously through the thicket.
And God alone knows from where he comes. He's been halfway round the world, surely.....Iceland, Alaska, Finland.....Argentina perhaps. Or even Australia. Should ask someone to lay in wait for him on Christmas Island. And then come winter and he's back here...to his favourite thicket. Another of life's miracles just unfolded.......
Come April, he will leave again......back halfway across the planet. To another thicket, another moor... somewhere on this planet.
Come back soon, my little fluff-ball!!! I'm gonna tend that thicket very lovingly.....for you.
"They also serve, who stand and watch..."
ReplyDeleteThanks for keeping the watch..for us..we are blessed by it.
I'm sure you're fluff-ball feels the same.