Don't feed the birds! Long ago, I read somewhere that one should not feed the birds for they just forget how to even take a flight to go peck grain by themselves.
Every day in the Rose Garden, as I pass by a huge platform, I observe around one and a half hundred (150) pigeons basking in the sunlight. I usually start doing a headcount of them, in vain. They keep moving here and there, restlessly. These pigeons seem to have forgotten how to fly all the way up into the blue skies. Nor do they even coo anymore. Even as they do at times, you can hardly listen
Their voice seems to have diminished, as they are all swelled up and look oversize!
Who has made them lazy?
Since you just asked about it, let me disclose it to you. Certain blind superstitions are tremendously responsible for this inactivity and indolence of these poor birds Mankind has all along believed in doing certain so-called “virtuous deeds” early in the morning while committing sins all day long. Rich Seths with their big fat belly, the bald head would pantingly proceed walking down to the pigeon's loft at dawn.
They would carry either packet full of rice or a variety of grains or bread, would insanely start scattering feed among the pigeons; much as the pigeons would move languidly. As I keep an eye on the events, the magnanimous souls would leave, fully satisfied with their great deal of altruism.
The pigeons would indeed fill their stomach, even as they keep looking for a water source! They can't fly to a far off place, though. Wonder where would they drink water from!
One day, I got to know about the water management technique, these pigeons deployed for themselves. It was a cloudy️ day and I was late for my morning walk.
The altruists had already left, scattering a variety of grains all over the platform. The pigeons seemed satiated and were slipping one by one all the way down to an unintentional water source created by the gardener duly releasing water through a pipe right next to the platform. I kept observing their beaks dipped deep into the water . They all looked cheerful and satisfied
This is how I prefer to describe the story of these indolent and apathetic pigeons’ lives. As I pondered over these shiftless pigeons, those pot-bellied altruists and the water source, I made a move and stepped forward, rather sluggishly though!
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