Ritwik V -
Eskimos' Enclave society Gurukul Ahmedabad Gujarat
Sparrows were a regular feature at my home with the little birds often coming flying in through the front door, typically in the search of a nesting spot. But a peculiar thing would take place after that.
During its conquest, it would end up discovering a strange reflecting surface near the wash-basin. And when it looked at its mirror image on the wall, it would find a rival sparrow already there. Boy oh boy! This meant trouble!
With this, the bird would crash into the mirror, flapping its wings and, seemingly to it, fighting gloriously in mid-air! Beaks would clash and heads would bang, and it would become very difficult to convince it that there was only one king in the jungle ... i mean one sparrow in the house.
The battle would rage on until one of us at home shooed the bird away. In the meantime, it would have left us with ample poop or guano on the wash-basin. Talk about spoils of the war!
Sparrows were a regular feature at my home with the little birds often coming flying in through the front door, typically in the search of a nesting spot. But a peculiar thing would take place after that.
During its conquest, it would end up discovering a strange reflecting surface near the wash-basin. And when it looked at its mirror image on the wall, it would find a rival sparrow already there. Boy oh boy! This meant trouble!
With this, the bird would crash into the mirror, flapping its wings and, seemingly to it, fighting gloriously in mid-air! Beaks would clash and heads would bang, and it would become very difficult to convince it that there was only one king in the jungle ... i mean one sparrow in the house.
The battle would rage on until one of us at home shooed the bird away. In the meantime, it would have left us with ample poop or guano on the wash-basin. Talk about spoils of the war!
