When I went to sleep last night the oppressive humidity of the afternoon had given way to a cooler breeze which brought rain. I woke to a clear morning. The sun had not yet cleared the horizon, but the orchestra of birds was in full swing. A coppersmith barbet supplied the metronimic rhythm as the competing trills of green bee-eaters and purple sunbirds rose over it. The parrakeets joined in, and I thought I could hear an Alexandrine call amongst the rose-ringed.
I made my tea and looked out. The break in the clouds was the promise of the approach of sharad ritu, that interval before autumn that the English named an Indian summer. The sky was a blue that was almost impossible to see in Mumbai since the 1990s. The anthropause has made a big difference to the quality of the air. The crows had just begun to get into the swing of things. I was always a night person, more familiar with the late rising constellations than sunrise. But I’ve begun to enjoy this interval between sunrise and the start of human activity.
That sky is indeed beautiful to look at. And a lovely photograph of the crows, looks like a classroom in progress 🙂
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I think one of them is a pigeon, and the crow is scolding it for daring to come so close
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Lovely to have blue sky after clouds and more lovely to have smog-free skies.
My biological clock makes me a morning person, unlike the majority of people and I love the morning quiet. I just say I was born in the wrong time zone. 😊
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True enough, no matter whether we are owls or larks 🙂
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Very beautiful photo, I J!
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Thank you
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