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Ananya Kumari -
Harmu Housing Colony, Market area Ranchi Jharkhand
I often visited to my nani's place at Harmu, Ranchi.I was always welcomed with house full of sparrows.They were all around, in the house, in the garden and the colony. More than 10 parcel each having 100 or more birds.Morning & Evening it used to look magical, parcel of birds flying round and round above in the sky.At once parcels broke into 2 to many making beautiful patterns. They did this for hour n half.At that time we could only hear the melodious chattering of the sparrows.
Bougainvillea in our garden was the home for 1 of the parcel. Rice, wheat or any edible thing kept was always covered by net but the sparrows managed to get some from them.The most exciting thing was that the mirrors were always covered, because sparrows when saw their image they started hitting it.
Recently when I visited their after my Granny passed away, the birds were missing. The bougainvillea was gone. The house when opened we saw few birds had made their nest inside in the bathroom ventilator& on the bed room window. Now the melodious chattering is gone but still few parcels of sparrow can bee seen in the colony. They have shifted their nest on the AC's because a few trees are left and new design house are being made.
I often visited to my nani's place at Harmu, Ranchi.I was always welcomed with house full of sparrows.They were all around, in the house, in the garden and the colony. More than 10 parcel each having 100 or more birds.Morning & Evening it used to look magical, parcel of birds flying round and round above in the sky.At once parcels broke into 2 to many making beautiful patterns. They did this for hour n half.At that time we could only hear the melodious chattering of the sparrows.
Bougainvillea in our garden was the home for 1 of the parcel. Rice, wheat or any edible thing kept was always covered by net but the sparrows managed to get some from them.The most exciting thing was that the mirrors were always covered, because sparrows when saw their image they started hitting it.
Recently when I visited their after my Granny passed away, the birds were missing. The bougainvillea was gone. The house when opened we saw few birds had made their nest inside in the bathroom ventilator& on the bed room window. Now the melodious chattering is gone but still few parcels of sparrow can bee seen in the colony. They have shifted their nest on the AC's because a few trees are left and new design house are being made.
Ananya Kumari -
Chitkohra, Emarat Kohinoor Chitkohra Patna Bihar
We had a sparrow nest in our bedrooms ventilator. The nest was the center of attraction. It was made mostly from hey, but also had Wool strings, feathers, bits of colourful papers, Pieces of cloths and many such things which we found of no use. Nest was as big as the ventilator say about the size of our football with a very small round entrance. We loved to see sparrows which we locally called Khudbudi, come with variety of things to build their nest. Our parents were unhappy! the simple reason was they were afraid of the fan blades which had earlier chopped khudbudis heads off.
Few weeks passed and now we only saw the male khubudi.We really got worried and asked our granny to see if the female bird had hurt herself or was ill. She told us that the bird had laid eggs, but she was clueless how many eggs were laid.
We tried every possible way to reach the nest but failed each time. Every day Ma used to keep rice and a chukka(earthen cup) filled with water for the birds.
Weeks later we woke up with chattering of newborn khudbudis. Literally i jumped out of the bed to see them. After many attempts 2 week later i managed to see small yellow beaks. I can't explain my level of excitement. Later that day in afternoon i was playing with my brother, atones some thing dropped from the nest. We ran towards it, we saw a bird sooo small, without feathers , shouting at its full strength. For some time we were lost, i could not believe my eyes. I stepped forward to lift the bird but stopped because we got afraid if we would do any harm. Later we were told that the bird would take her baby home herself, if she leaves her child it meant the child was ill and can infect her other babies also. We were left heart broken. Along with our friends we guarded the baby. Khudbudi came back in the evening. She started trying to lift her baby, after 5 minutes she took her baby back to the nest. All of us had a smile on our face...Khudbudi was a part of our family now.
We had a sparrow nest in our bedrooms ventilator. The nest was the center of attraction. It was made mostly from hey, but also had Wool strings, feathers, bits of colourful papers, Pieces of cloths and many such things which we found of no use. Nest was as big as the ventilator say about the size of our football with a very small round entrance. We loved to see sparrows which we locally called Khudbudi, come with variety of things to build their nest. Our parents were unhappy! the simple reason was they were afraid of the fan blades which had earlier chopped khudbudis heads off.
Few weeks passed and now we only saw the male khubudi.We really got worried and asked our granny to see if the female bird had hurt herself or was ill. She told us that the bird had laid eggs, but she was clueless how many eggs were laid.
We tried every possible way to reach the nest but failed each time. Every day Ma used to keep rice and a chukka(earthen cup) filled with water for the birds.
Weeks later we woke up with chattering of newborn khudbudis. Literally i jumped out of the bed to see them. After many attempts 2 week later i managed to see small yellow beaks. I can't explain my level of excitement. Later that day in afternoon i was playing with my brother, atones some thing dropped from the nest. We ran towards it, we saw a bird sooo small, without feathers , shouting at its full strength. For some time we were lost, i could not believe my eyes. I stepped forward to lift the bird but stopped because we got afraid if we would do any harm. Later we were told that the bird would take her baby home herself, if she leaves her child it meant the child was ill and can infect her other babies also. We were left heart broken. Along with our friends we guarded the baby. Khudbudi came back in the evening. She started trying to lift her baby, after 5 minutes she took her baby back to the nest. All of us had a smile on our face...Khudbudi was a part of our family now.
