Birds 06 - Ravens Have Their Nest Crowded Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

Birds 06 - Ravens Have Their Nest Crowded

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The large family of ravens roosted on a fig tree
where they assembled everyday at sunset, to sleep.
Monsoon had peaked, it rained day and night
for many days and it was breeding time for ravens.

A raven couple have now parted
from the big group and started
their search for a perch safe from
birds and animals to build their nest.

After searching pretty long, the couple
found a coconut tree with a slender trunk
that stood some eighty feet tall and
a graceful crown of large pinnate leaves.

Together they collected twigs and sticks
feathers and shards of cloth to build their nest
at the forking of an upper pinnate leaf
of the crown at the top of the tall palm.

They decorated the centre of the nest
with feathers, cotton wool and cloth shards
she laid three pale blue green eggs
with brown patches and markings.

While she sat in brood on the eggs
he flew around to collect food for her,
he was back with her food, when
a cuckoo flew in to the nest threateningly,

they attacked the cuckoo screaming violently,
cuckoo flew hesitantly as if to come back
to the nest again and again, teasing them
and keeping them away from the nest.

A few moments of torment
and the cuckoo flew away,
the ravens returned home
the female asked her mate
"we'd three eggs or was it four?
now we've five, or is it six, dear? "
he answered, "you birdbrain,
don't you know yet how to count? "

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Cuckoos do not build nests, nor do they have any taste for the trouble and responsibility of rearing a family. They make crows bring up their chicks. The male cuckoo deliberately approaches the crows' nest and allows himself to be chased off by the crows. Meantime, the female cuckoo lays her eggs in the nest. (2) Counting eggs: birds can not count. I just made up the story. Hence "birdbrain ".
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

The male Indian Cuckoo is jet black as jungle crows, while the female cuckoo is dressed in brown, with white specks

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Rebecca Navarre 05 February 2023

Ever interesting and beautifully written! .. And I like the sense of humor in it too! .. Definite Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++

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Hi Becca, I am quite happy that liked the poem and enjoyed the humour

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Hi Becca, I am happy th6ou

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In the dialogue between the male raven and his fiancée, they ‘speak' on the number of eggs. Let me clarify that BIRDS, least of all crows, can not count.

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David Wood 29 October 2022

I once sat at the same bench every day at my local lake with my yellow Labrador Clara and over a period of time I trained a pair of rooks to come closer when I fed them Clara's treats. They knew what time I came and always waited. The came to within a metre from me.

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Birds esp rooks get close to humans quite willingly. Thank You David for reading and sharing your experience.

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It has been observed by birdwatchers that the male cuckoo force the raven could to move and stay away from their nest for such time, that the female cuckoo lays her eggs in the nest of the ravens

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… force the raven couple…

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We all ask her, "Where's the cuckoo's nest? " And we know the answer now!

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Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

PUTHENCHIRA, KERALA, INDIA
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