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Monday, May 29, 2017


This short video I took of cuckoo's touching notes, from my balcony.

U is for uncrowned:

Cuckoo is the uncrowned queen of singing birds.

 I've been in the midst of Shivalik  hills for three weeks now. The summer heat in the plains was intense and unbearable. So we came  here.

Since our arrival here, I have experienced many pleasurable surprises. The most signifying one is, listening to the adoring cuckoo’s magical notes early in the morning. In fact, cuckoo’s melody comes as a blessing extraordinaire. It seems to convey, “Wake up, abandon lethargy and enjoy my song.” I do listen to her.

It is on a breezy cool day that she is unstoppable.  Her full-throated ease in crooning, goes on until the heat of the sun teases her. Thereafter, she disappears mysteriously for a siesta to reappear in the evening. Her morning rendezvous has distinct proximity to my dwelling unit. It is evident from the unpolluted clear notes stirring my resting sensibilities.

She is elusive like a celebrity, though. Perches patiently in the thick foliage hidden from the prying gaze. I have failed to capture her image so far. However, her magical musicality remains pronounced above the cacophony of all worldly noises. My words celebrate her sonorous notes.

This one i took from my archives.  In a pensive mood?
If nature has deprived her of good looks, it has amply compensated her. It has endowed her with amazing richness of voice and poignant pitch in rendering those lyrical notes.

She does not boast of a guru or gharana for her talent. Her mentors seem to be the aromatic cool breeze and cloudy skies. They send their invite to her through the wafts of wind. Then she comes flying high.
From my archives again.Waiting for the right place to enjoy the delicacy in her beak.

Her sweet singing is inspired and inspiring. It takes the corroding blues away in a moment. Sometimes I think, she is a lonely soul and these notes are a call to her wayward partner to consummate the passion she has nurtured for him. Or maybe the song is a release for her grief after facing desertion. Or it is a call to suffering humanity down under to unshackle the constraints and enjoy gifts of life. It keeps me guessing!

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  1. Lovely documented the moment and call of the bird… Cuckoo’s or Koel is often visible in the neem trees here and during the summer their calls are loud and frequent. But the crystal clear notes you listen on hills are indeed remarkable. Enjoy the nature at its best, until you stay there :)

  2. Thank you much for sharing the bird's singing in the heat with All Seasons. This the longest text I've read from you and I'm impressed with you use of English Hope you will venture out and write more:) Have a "cool" week!

  3. Announcing the arrival of monsoon!

  4. nice thinking ;-) I don't know if I agree though ;-)

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  5. You have a magical way of description as so we could all experience it... Michelle

  6. So well described. Very pleasing sounds.
    Happy ABCW!