“Now what to do?” she wondered. She has to let them live here until they grow up. It will be so unkind to keep them outside to become the feast of cats and dogs.
2-3 days passed by in shifting and settling. But the kitchen was not completely settled yet. Few things rested on the floor of the small kitchen as the overhang was preoccupied.
Anyway, life went on. Every morning Meera would open the window to let the waiting parent pigeon enter to feed their offspring. They used to squeak as if sharing endless chats. Though it was a troublesome situation especially when this set up was in the kitchen, but there was no option but providing them shelter in such a tender condition.
Chintu, Meera’s two year old son wished to see the pigeon family. His eyes would beam with happiness and excitement. Meera too could not kill the urge of watching them occasionally. They squeaked, cuddled, chuckled and ate food urgently joining their beaks.
In just 15 days, the baby pigeon grew up. Almost looking like a big grown pigeon. They used to flap their wings and, every time they did so, dirt and a few tender feathers would spread all over the kitchen. The entire overhang was filled with their feces, which stink a lot.
Now they are grown up, Meera expected them to fly away so that she could clean the kitchen properly. But the ritual of meeting and parting still continued.
It was really disturbing. Quite often she would spot feathers and grime on the kitchen slab. Now she was fed up of wiping off the muck several times in a day. “They’re grown up. Don’t they feel like flying?” Meera would think.
One morning when she entered the kitchen, she saw some spots of feces on the kitchen slab. It was very unhygienic. Her already irritated mind filled with anger. She closed the window. “It’s enough now. She need a break. She won’t let them come inside anymore.” She decided firmly.