Moundsville, West Virginia
Birds and Dudes
I was walking around the pond and happily
met Malati, a dear god-sister, who was feeding the peacocks. They became the subject of our
discussion. You know they are beautiful
conversation pieces. Malati had tossed
out an assortment of seeds and corn, and those birds, about ten in all, were
relishing lunch like anything.
In the course of our chat, we both observed
an interesting dynamic. The crows
quietly made flight to nearby trees.
They helped themselves to branches for perching. When the peacocks had their fill, the
chickadees bobbed around and took to the remnants. Bon
Appetite! The crows still waited.
The next installment was two blue
jays. Aggressive or what? They
zoomed in with their larger wing-span and threw off the tiny
feathered-friends, the chickadees. For
the final swoop, the crows came down and finished off what was left.
Here we saw a genuine display of ‘pecking’
order. Most interesting! Maybe a form of caste system?
I left the quiet of the country, New
Vrindavana, for the airport at Pittsburgh; then to Toronto, and then Union
Station. I was searching for the subway
transit system when I met a flock of birds.
Dudes rather. One particular
young Afro-Canadian fella asked, “You’re a monk?” I told him I was. “Holy F***! Oh! I’m not supposed to
swear?”
His friend said, “You can swear but he
(meaning me) can’t.”
“Oh!”
He was stunned, but shook hands and promised to visit me, and he won’t
swear if he comes.
May the Source be with you!
4 km
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