So, we had a long weekend. Three blissful days, where we lazed, met friends, skated, watched movies and ate lots of yummy food.
By yesterday (Sunday) afternoon, all of us had a serious case of the blues. As the evening drew to a close, each one of us prepared for the week ahead, and sighed at the classes, meetings and work and all the hundred other things that make up our week.
With all preparations done, we hit the bed with that heavy ‘tomorrow is a Monday’ heart.
This morning, as each of us rushed about the house, getting ourselves ready, we heard a screechy-chirping, very loud. We wondered about it, but went on with our chores. After some time, the sound persisted and got closer and louder.
My son, the animal enthusiast, and I, ran out to the balcony to see. And that’s when we saw them. A pair of beautiful hornbills, on the trees right next to our block. Each one was sitting on a different tree.
My son was just putting on his shirt and I told him, “Button up your shirt and then come to the balcony.”
He was so excited that he said, “But the hornbills can’t see me.” And here I was worrying about the neighbours.
They screeched-chirped loudly…and looked so majestic. I quickly took a few shots from my phone. Only one was clear, the other bird was turning away from us.
After a while, they flew away. We went back to our breakfast. The day suddenly seemed so exciting.
My son gave us a 5 minute talk about the hornbill, and we are all wiser now.
All the way to school, we talked about these birds.
Just a five minute visit and they helped us beat the blues and transformed our day.
We hope they will come back this evening.