BangaliBabu
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A terrible tragedy happened yesterday!! Well, it was a bulbul (red-vented) fledgling we took in our home (big one btw) 3 days ago because it could not take flight easily. The bulbuls laid 3 eggs, one survived hale and heartily. It was the second one we rescued (or hoped to).
All those hopes of rescuing it and releasing into the wild went to trash yesterday midday. Rescued as it fell out from our courtyard tree, it was fed on chhatu and some rice occasionally. On top of that, given the big wooden casements we have in our home, the parents already detected it and brought insects and some fruit-with-skins as food.
All that changed since early morning yesterday. It suddenly became very still and was constantly pooping at the same place. We tried to feed it but to no avail. Left to the parents, they constantly prodded/pinched it to make it fly. Still no response. I don't know but I think I should've left it by that tree as it was 2 days early since it was found my me as not having gained weight nor any strength in it's legs. Near noon, it tried to flap it's wings for the last time. It was in severe pain :"( and panting for breath. Within a minute, it's head drooped while my mom was holding it in her hands. And there it was, no more. Finally, we made sure it was really no more and had to dispose off that body in our wasted backyard.
Nature is indeed brutal and I cannot stop thinking of the guilt I had made to bring it inside. All the more it increased it's misery, I think. I just cannot imagine what would be the feeling being in that cute fledgling's place. Such a decent and harmless species the bulbul is, the death of it's offspring just made it harder for me from now onwards to assuage the "maya" it left on me. I really cried today after so many years. It might'vr been a terrible life for that fledgling inside even for 2 days only even if I might think I had tried my best to save it from being a painful victim of a cat or civet or mongoose outside.
All those hopes of rescuing it and releasing into the wild went to trash yesterday midday. Rescued as it fell out from our courtyard tree, it was fed on chhatu and some rice occasionally. On top of that, given the big wooden casements we have in our home, the parents already detected it and brought insects and some fruit-with-skins as food.
All that changed since early morning yesterday. It suddenly became very still and was constantly pooping at the same place. We tried to feed it but to no avail. Left to the parents, they constantly prodded/pinched it to make it fly. Still no response. I don't know but I think I should've left it by that tree as it was 2 days early since it was found my me as not having gained weight nor any strength in it's legs. Near noon, it tried to flap it's wings for the last time. It was in severe pain :"( and panting for breath. Within a minute, it's head drooped while my mom was holding it in her hands. And there it was, no more. Finally, we made sure it was really no more and had to dispose off that body in our wasted backyard.
Nature is indeed brutal and I cannot stop thinking of the guilt I had made to bring it inside. All the more it increased it's misery, I think. I just cannot imagine what would be the feeling being in that cute fledgling's place. Such a decent and harmless species the bulbul is, the death of it's offspring just made it harder for me from now onwards to assuage the "maya" it left on me. I really cried today after so many years. It might'vr been a terrible life for that fledgling inside even for 2 days only even if I might think I had tried my best to save it from being a painful victim of a cat or civet or mongoose outside.