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Hunting the Kingfisher

Posted in Qualitus : Habitus by chawnghilh on October 2, 2009

 

That day, date does not matter, was a lovely day for me. I set out from home, not knowing where to proceed. I was on feet at any rate. I made up my mind and crossed the Arcola Street which ran down the Kemp Mill. It seemed I was entering into a Park, I could hear children screaming with joy and the loud whistle the little red toy-train blew. I knew, that could be a wrong spot to hunt the Kingfisher —the children would scare the bird, then I walked down the lane, entered in the woods. It was a little bit dark, and I could not find birds but only squirrels!

Interesting! My knees failed me a little bit for the heavy-weight body it did carry —I was limping down the graveled foot-path. I walked past a very beautiful fresh-water lake where a few people did quietly enjoy angling. And a few seated on the benches on the beach with their catches.

There I saw, a big bird was hovering with her wings spreading wide —and flew over the thickets beyond the lake. I remembered I had with me a 300mm zoom-lens. Reading a map in my mind where that bird would roost! Maybe I made a mistake, however I did not care to cross the fence and I did it. My every shod was loud, heavy body weight could not put soft-padded shod —I realized the stalking skill I leaned in the Scouting. I did it —really it helped.

Pine tip landing ...

Pine tip landing ...

My heart was two spots —up there and down here

My heart was on two spots —up there and down here. A birdie by my side and the other high up there

Quick and well aimed shot! A manually operated camera ...

Quick and well aimed shot! A manually operated camera ...

She spreads her wings and takes a big leap

She spreads her wings and takes a spring-released big leap

A solo flight to another destination

A solo flight to another destination

 

Then, a Birdie in pink and I had a very sweet, lengthy romantic conversation. That was the first time for us to meet each other (undisturbed) that turned out to be our last as well. She was busy writing her own insights about “Relationship.” And, then I felt I must dictate her to write down these few lines, and her round-hand in red ink was awesome, “As two pieces of wood —floating on the ocean, Come together at one time, And are again separated, Such is the union of mankind in this world,” —and I added to her surprise, “We may never meet each other again like the bird we watched together —that has just flown away …” She winked at me and  I smiled at her  too.

I then took a few shots of her sweet figure —of course, she willingly permitted me. I did not ask for her e-mail, and she neither asked mine! But, we felt that was very much incomplete! Next moment I moved away for another bird-hunt, on looking back from a little distance away, I did not see the Birdie in pink any longer! She took home my dictation. Things that don’t come again in life can possibly cause a certain kind of nostalgia! Do you feel it so, too?

All that's pink is not that Birdie I met that afternoon!

All that's pink is not that Birdie I met that afternoon!

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