Today the big red eyed bird took Craig the Katussa away. I was shocked to see the fellow struggling in the beak of the red eyed bird with a shock of flaming feathers on black. I had seen this red eyed fellow since childhood. He ate golubellas which I cheered secretly coz the golubellas ate my plants.
But Craig? Why Craig? Craig lived as many incantations in my garden. I think his origins were somewhere in the pump shed which has a brick housing with a takarang cover. Craig and his many predecessors would change colour to whatever and look at me rather loftily whenever I pottered in the garden. They were not too fond of water and hopped around with a disdainful look whenever I watered the plants. They were in all sizes and colours and they reminded me that my garden was a haven for various animals.
Heck my fruit trees were not for me – they were for the black birds, squirrels, pigeons, rats and God knows what that happily ate all of it before it could ever come my way. Never mind. I thought nature could enjoy her own fruits – I being a temporary visitor in this realm. But to see nature devour her own like that was a bit of a shock. Though part of me wanted to interfere and save Craig, I knew it was not my place to do so. I did try to shoo away the red eyed bird but it was half hearted.
I have for a while now wondered if I possess a cruel streak for thinking this way or whether it was just a cynical outlook on life. I don’t think so. I think it’s actually an acceptance of certain things beyond me and an acceptance of what needs to be. I can’t save everything and certain things are a part of a cycle that I have no part in. Like Craig becoming breakfast for the Coucal. I am sure plenty before him too had become meals for various other animals as well. It was a game of survival. Even in my little garden.
Funny coz my garden has always been my greatest teacher. I found God in my garden more than I did in any church. Interesting times coz we are living through some PJ drama a la self declared prophets stirring religious animosity for political gain. Made me wonder about Craig and the Coucal. Perhaps certain things are best left to nature to take its own course.