This bird knocks its beak on my window every morning. Then it dives into chirping, which is invariably followed by copious other chirps from a distance. The only sad part is when I draw my curtains to watch it do its thing, it flaps its wings and fly away. In disappointment, I sink.
It has been happening for a couple of days, I mean months now. I find it interesting, especially the knocking of the beak on my window. I translate it to a wake up signal. Like it’s trying to communicate to me, something in the neighbourhood of, “wake up boy, it’s already morning, get your ass up and get a grind.” I know, I sound too superstitious with that, but what else could that be?
So, yesterday I took some grains of rice and splashed on the foot of my window. Today, I woke up to more beak-knocks. And when I drew the curtains, they flew away, four of them. Neither were the rice grains there.
I wish I could talk a language that they could understand. I could have whispered to them that am hurtless, that I just want to make friends. That I just want to see them do their thing, and maybe record them. That I’d love to see them swallow the grains in bliss. I really have no bad intentions drawing my curtains to watch them. Dear bird, hear me out.
Maybe I should leave the curtains open overnight, so that when the morning comes I will be able to watch them through the transparency of the window. I will be able to see them knock their beaks on my window
I will be able to see them yawn into a chirp. Hopefully, I will wave a ‘goodmorning’ to them. I hope they don’t fly away at the waving of my hands. Instead, my wish is that they will continue knocking their beaks on my window, chirp even louder and smile at me, ooh yes, smile at me.