I was taking Nike out for a walk early this morning. Nike, for those who do not know, is my year and a half pooch. He is the tiniest one on the road and the noisiest one as well. Except, this morning a bunch of crows were the noisiest. It made me wonder what the commotion was all about. You know, like in the movies (Hindi ones at least) there is a burst of bird cries whenever something sinister is about to happen. So, going by that, I knew something was up.
While Nike dragged and pulled at the leash in his usual fashion, half choking himself in the process, I walked closer to the turn where I bear right to take him for a walk. There is a fenced area of greenery right outside the police quarters. There, on the ground, was a dead crow. Another crow, possibly the mate, was trying to wake up this dead bird, pecking, cawing, dragging...it made me stop short.
I looked up. Surrounding the scene were crows strategically surrounding the dead crow, sitting in almost a circle on the branches of trees, working up a cacophany that jarred the cool morning air. Outside of that periphery, were other crows gathering up which were merely onlookers. They did not caw, nor did they get near the dead one and its mate. They simply stood at a respectable distance and watched.
I stood there a while taking in this scene and then being dragged by an over-excited pooch who had sighted a dead rat in the distance, I had to drag him away and continue with the walk. Of course, it is his walk so I walked on. This lane that I walk on is currently under construction and repair. There are piles of rock that has been broken into small sharp pieces. These piles form small hillocks on the road...miniature ones.
As I walked on, up ahead in the distance, I saw another bunch of noisy crows (yes, it was a bird morning) gathered behind one of these hillocks...of course Nike got excited...he had birds to chase. I wanted to see what was up. I almost thought there was another dead crow there, or worse, in the time I was walking Nike, the mate had carried the dead one there. I refer to the other crow as the 'mate' for want of a better reference.
So...no, it was not that dead crow. It was not another dead crow but a juciy mango that had been pecked at. These crows were taking turns at tasting it...somehow, I thought they would be fighting over it. Instead, there was a visible banter going on and they were all sharing the mango. Umm...!
I walked back after going further down the lane with Nike. The sun was coming up and soon it would be burning the streets. I meandered my way back. (There is a lot of dog poop one has to avoid stepping on). Back I reach the same place. The dead bird lies alone on the ground. All the crows have flown away. Mate is not around either. It is over.
One dead bird.
Several live ones.
Life goes on.