Two little red birds waddle around in our backyard day after day, pecking little bits of food. They fly away every now and then only to return to this place we call home. They have many companions – the blue bird that visits, the woodpecker that nests around here somewhere, the sparrows, and more from their own family of red cardinals – and all of them play merrily, twittering along sweetly. I have spent many mornings, afternoons and evenings listening to them chirp cheerfully as I relaxed at home.
But today things have changed…
As I woke up and came downstairs, I saw Amma, looking very sad, sitting on the couch and gazing out the window. I asked her what happened, while several reasons started running through my mind right after I’d spotted her gloomy expression. She pointed out and said
They fell from the sky and died immediately. I don’t know what happened… but I saw one come down with a great speed and hit the ground, and the next one followed. They haven’t moved since then. It was a heartbreaking sight, I can’t get over it.
There they lay, the two of them, in our backyard, motionless. My heart skipped a beat. Amma’s forlorn feeling spread over to me as both of us stood there surveying the dreadful sight. I emailed K and told them what I’d seen. He was shocked, to say the least. We’re now waiting for him to come home and do a proper burial for them.
We don’t know what happened, we don’t know why you did what you did (Amma seems to think you are lovers), but we hope you rest in peace, little ones. Be happy, wherever you are. And know that your presence in this world was treasured by us.