It is amazing the worth of knowledge and wisdom we can learn from nature should we but pay a little attention to her. We can easily live a fulfilled life simply by learning from the things around us. We can be cautious, diligent, smart and even thoughtful by watching and learning from the gifts of nature. What I am about to share with you is a simple but beautiful art of one of the numerous handiworks of nature. As I watched this animal worked, I learnt so many things which will completely change my life. And it will change yours too if you should put these findings to practice.
I do not know the name of the bird. It was bright yellow with somewhat black tail feathers, black head and black beak. It was averagely small and considerably smart. It was a bit noisy though its tunes were melodious. I watched as this bird worked TIRELESSLY on building a nest on a branch of a bamboo tree for days.
It picked a spot on the tree which I thought was very senseless considering the seemingly unlimited space on the tree. The reason I learnt with time. It chose what I thought will serve as a support to what it wanted to build.
It started to diligently work on building a nest at the spot. Each morning with fail; at the same time, it brought a strand of a grass in its black beak. Initially it picked strands from the bamboo tree. But no sooner had it started building the nest, than the bamboo tree lost all its leaves due to the numerous number of similar activities by most of the bird on the tree. It however did not deter it from continuing with its nest.
I am sure it went far and near to get materials to build its nest. When it brings the strand, it carefully weave it around to form a circle. The whole art was awesome to watch. It weaves with the beak carefully directing and dividing each strand with its tiny claws. One thing I noticed was that the bird never threw away any strand it brought. Dry, wet, short, long, puffy or too thin, it still managed to work with it. Another thing I will never forget is that, all through out the process of the building, it never stopped making twittering sounds and melodious tunes. It was happy or so I thought.
Little by little, this tiny bird built something that was as huge as balls we used to make with over-worn socks when we were kids. The thing which was so tiny I had to strain my eyes to look was now so boldly established I could pick it out from a mile away.
There was a day it brought what looked like furs and feathers into the nest, and that day it sang like never before. I thought it was a celebration of good job done. Little did I know that that was the beginning of its life. After hours of singing, there came a rather dull ‘tinnier bird which bounced about more proudly. It went round the nest several times; "kicking" it, flying around it and finally decided to enter it. But it flew out after some few seconds and flew away.
I was relieved to finally see it fly away but the brighter bird was obviously not amused about the incident. It tore the craftily and beautifully made nest in a flash. It didn't do a second-check whatsoever, it just tore it off and flew away too. I was very disappointed by this scene.
It wasn't long when I saw the same bird back again to the tree. It chose a steeper and more dangerous spot to build a nest again. It repeated the process without fail until another huge nest was ready. I couldn't tell whether the latter was bigger and nicer than the previous. To me, it looks almost the same. It sang again and there came another pompous but dull looking smaller bird. It did everything the first did but when it went into the nest, it didn't come out till the brightly looking bird joined it.
Stay tuned for the lot of the little things.
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