A simple encounter.
Yesterday I had noticed a familiar ginger cat prowling through my garden, looking like she owned the place. I was admiring her hunting skills, as I thought she was chasing mice under the garden shed.
After a few minutes of her smelling mama's herbs, or rather leaving her "this is
my land, beetch" smell everywhere, Ι saw her dancing around the garden. I rushed to the window and saw this poor little female black bird hobbling down the garden path. A mass launch of my family managed to scare mini-tiger away from the injured bird.
The poor bird sat trembling in a little corner, whilst her partner cried out for her above. And he kept crying for a long time. It was heart wrenching. Even my father, who is not the most outwardly emotional or sensitive type, was so concerned for little birdie. She sat trembling a long while...so we left her so we wouldn't give her more of a shock.
Then she started exercising around the garden for about an hour, and picking up worms. All the while her male friend crying for her....Alas her little left wing was fallen and she couldn't properly fly.
Miss Smug-Tiger-Cat came back for second helpings but thankfully mama chased her all the way down the garden. I'm not too sure what happened to little birdie....But we didn't find any remains in the morning....
But the heart wrenching thing was the male crying for its partner....I guess our perception of life really depends on what position you are in....But it made me realise there is nothing sweeter than love.
Love is a lot more than companionship. It is selflessness.
