The little fellow Tim the sparrow flitted about searching for tasty morsels from the plants ; alongside was Tiny his partner also foraging. Most of the gang of crows led by Doug unofficially claim the area of the huge Mayflower tree as their own.
Then far above we have a visitor McMoran. He is of medium size and has a tinge of green on his wings and head. He has an awkward squark and darts from one branch to another. Do I know his breed? He looks good and is very rarely seen in the vicinity.
What can you expect then? Lets count Doug and his gang. ..about a dozen, and getting into a frenzy.
“ Is that how you guys welcome me , a tourist ? “ questions McMoran
“ Says who? Are you are a tourist? “ caws Doug. “ You look like a trespasser.”
An upset McMoran squawks back “ And who decides who am I”
“ The May flower tree has existed since the past 60 years; my great-grandparents nested here.” Replied Doug.
A nonchalant McMoran continued moving among the topmost branches . Who can stop him?
The chorus of caws increases, and strangely….subsides . The gang of crows realized that , numbers do not matter. Courageous McMoran did not get blown away by the aggressive crows.
What about Tim and Tiny. They finished their search for tasty morsels and have enjoyed their time in the sun. Did they get overawed by the number of crows and their size?
Each is gifted differently. The ability to use their gifts will decide their future. Every weakness is compensated by a strength. What about the crow? Does his appearance deceive you?
The crow is one of the most intelligent and sturdy birds. No wonder , beauty in this case does not matter. They care for their young and mourn for those who die.
Sparrows though small, send their young out early and they begin to fend for themselves.
Who was the visitor ? Dear reader, you need to help me as I can only describe this quiet tourist.
Lets hope he comes again with more of his kind. And may he be welcomed by all the natives of the good ole May Flower tree.