A Feathered Friendship: A Touch of Comfort during Turbulent Times

The year 2020, with its unprecedented challenges, brought unexpected connections. Confined within the precincts during the Corona crisis, I found solace in caring for the birds. A pot of fresh water and scattered grains became an invitation, attracting crows and a small flock of timid pigeons.

Among them, one stood out, a white beauty with a black patch. Unlike her

squabbling companions, she exuded innocence and peace. Our bond grew; she'd run towards me, patiently waiting for her treat. After enjoying her meal, she'd perch on the parapet, a silent companion. When her flock took flight, she'd linger, her presence a soothing balm.

This routine continued for months, a beacon of comfort in a tumultuous world. Her cooing often reached my room below, a reminder of our connection. Even during the rainy season, confined indoors, she'd visit the doorway, a silent plea for her usual offering.

One unsettling morning, a thud on the studio roof shattered the peace. Crows, usually tolerated, attacked me relentlessly. Returning to the room, I waited anxiously, suspecting a snake had snatched a bird. The air buzzed with the crows' incessant cawing, finally giving way to silence.

The next day upstairs, I found fallen feathers - pigeon feathers. A snake swallows whole, so it had to be the neighbour’s cat, I reasoned. But cat takes her kill to her hideout to eat. After much thought, the truth dawned - an eagle. Its swift attack leaves no chance for escape, and it devours its prey on the spot.

My gentle friend, the symbol of peace in a chaotic world, was gone. While sadness lingered, a deeper understanding emerged. Some creatures, like my feathered friend, touch our lives briefly but leave an indelible mark, reminding us of the delicate balance of nature and the beauty of unexpected connections.