This top end of the tree that stands alone swings dangerously from one end to the other, often hitting the glass panes of my veranda, when there is a strong wind. I always fear that someday the glass pane would shatter. So imagine my surprise when today I found a crow nest nestled on the precarious small, weak, swinging branches of the tree.
To me it was nothing short of an architectural marvel! How did the bird build a nest accumulating twig by twig in a space that won’t stand still? What held the twig in place as it went to fetch more? How did it manage to build a complete one and make it stay without the whole nest falling off? How did it lay eggs in it and keep it without falling off? I couldn’t help wonder if the eggs kept rolling from one side to the other because the tree almost never stands still. What if they fell off?
As I stood there staring and mulling over all the questions I saw the bird come into its nest. And a major truth dawned on me. Unlike us, the bird doesn’t ask questions. It doesn’t doubt itself. It just does what it has to do. The nest which is there braving the strong winds is testimony to the fact. It has accepted the unstable home, made peace with it and lives amidst the risks. Yes the nest may fall, and if it does, it will go in search of twigs again and rebuild.
We are humans, endowed with the so-called 6th sense, which we are supposedly to use to our advantage. Yet we use it to restrict ourselves, to put limitations on our capabilities. We should perhaps use it to beat the odds. Life is full of them; the smart one is not one who avoids them but keeps going in spite of them. We may fall yes, the ground may cave in from beneath our feet, but we may just have to find a way to crawl out and keep walking. That is what living is about and that is what this humble bird taught me.