Ok- maybe not an ode because I can’t write poetry to save myself. A dedication then!
I grew up in a large house surrounded by a nice garden with many trees of all kinds. As this house was also in the suburbs and located close to a woodland area, there were all manners of birds that used to visit my house.
So used was I to this that I never did realise how wonderful it was to actually watch a woodpecker bore a hole in a coconut tree, or observe a kingfisher lazily perched upon a rod watching to see if it could catch any frogs. I did not spare a second thought to the common sparrows let alone the Mynas (notice M caps!). The red vented bulbuls came often to say ‘peek-a-boo’ but I sat engrossed with my books and never replied. So what chance did the wagtail stand when he dropped in for a visit? The coucal occasionally caught my eye but I only thought of him to be a tanned crow (shame on me I know!)
I was spoilt and I didn’t realise it until I moved to the city a few years ago. No garden, no birds (but for the crows and pigeons- but are they birds or have they morphed into humans now?- so close they live to us).
So when I chanced upon a golden-backed woodpecker upon the beach(yes! I have a book now to know their names) I had fond memories of the days and the birds gone by. Not one more chance will I miss to say hello to them- if they would deign to greet me that is.