heralds the rain. it is a respite after the sticky humidity of the last few days. i am thankful. i am so thankful because now i know (and hope) that kukku, our african grey will get water. she flew away three afternoons ago.
she has flown away before. but, then she couldn't fly far with her clipped wings and landed on the first floor of another building in our residential complex, ignored the sprouts they tried to feed her and almost bit open anyone who came near her. she was back with us in less than two days!
this time, i don't feel anything. no heaviness of the heart, no sinking feeling in the gut, nothing. its like the sub-conscious, or the soul, or whatever is that profound quiet voice, has made peace with the inevitable.
they are intelligent birds, these african greys. she could mimic our cough, the reverse sounds of two cars in our building, "blackie, blackie, come here," "blackie NO," and "aveeee," and a number of bird calls. i used to joke with H that she talks too much to herself just like buck of ice age 3. what makes me lose confidence and saddens me is the thought that maybe she wanted out.
she was left open in the house, like we do twice a week, for her to fly and after four rounds she just flew out of the window, flew out of the balcony, flew into the blue sky... just like she was meant to. the wings are just a bonus.
kukku and i
PS
by now, posters with cash reward to anyone who finds and hands her over would have been pasted around the neighbourhood.
