The red vented bulbul is a slow learner. It never learns how to keep away from danger. When the nesting season of bulbuls is on, it scouts for a proper place to make a nest. Time and again, season after season, the bulbul builds its nest on the low branches of a garden croton, or the wooden trellis of the bottle gourd patch. Imagine this, in times when cats scale second and third floors of buildings with ease.
Today, there is a constant chatter since morning and the anxious feathered parent is trying to scare away a black cat that has spotted an easy lunch. Two baby bulbuls that haven’t yet opened their eyes are in the nest. Totally dependent on their parent to feed them and keep safe.
An hour later all is quiet. What happened, you wonder. The bulbuls were lucky. The cat had found some leftover chicken in the garbage. That was a close call.