As Beckham Watches.
I kept my word and hence the visit to Kedai Gunting Ananda.
trek (orig.S.Afr) travel arduosly; migrate or journey with one's belongings in ox-wagons - Oxford Dict. Life-trek are my thoughts, experiences & musings.It's about Something, Everything and really...Nothing.
A month ago today, I came home to a house filled with shrill chirpings. I thought Bonnie & Clyde was having a squabble. Maybe he didn't do the dishes or she didn't make the bed or probably let Jr play in heavy traffic, but as i opened my door i saw what the commotion was all about. Jr must have tried to come out of the nest and got his tiny claws trapped in the fibrous material that mummy & daddy used to build his crib. Worst off was when i noticed his tongue was also entangled in the material. I quickly went in and grabbed my pen knife to cut him loose. It was a delicate situation cos his tongue was entwined in the fine sharp threads. I ever so carefully sliced through the threads while cupping the tiny little creature as gently as i can and finally released the poor screming things. All this while mummy & daddy stood watch. Helpless and scared for their only child. I did my best to remain as inconspicuos as i can so that i don't add to the new parents grief.
Jr was born to Bonnie & Clyde not too long ago. They both were very excited and both risked their necks to take turn and roost in the nest that they built. I don’t know when Jr was born but I only noticed it when mummy and daddy came back to feed junior they would chirp out loud and Jr would reply with a single…cheep! Bonnie or Clyde would then cautiously sneak a peek through the branches and leaves of my ficus, with morsel of food in beak, and make a break for the nest and shove the food down Jr’s throat. Once fed Jr would be silent lest he be found out.