Bird Stories

Woodpecker by TanEric and Ducks by vaughaag


Today I saw the woodpecker again. I recognized it by the red plumage on the head and the yellow wings. It peered at me quizzically from the branch of the Rain Tree above with dark eyebrows raised as if saying, “Oh, it is you again.” I had last seen it pecking away at one of the Royal Palms in the thicket nearby from which it flew. It tried to look nonchalant but I knew that it was nervous. I also knew that it had deliberately revealed itself to me to distract me from the thicket of Royal Palms where its nest was.

I am sorry Mrs. Woodpecker but I was wise to your trick but do not worry, your secret is safe with me. I will not tell a soul about your nest. What am I doing here so often? Oh, this pathway is part of my morning walk in the Lake Garden.

This encounter reminds me of the pair of Canadian ducks in a park at Coquitlam, Vancouver, Canada. Back in early 1990, I had promised them that I would return to see them someday but twenty one years have already passed by. I intend to fulfil my promise but I worry whether they will still be able to recognize me. I have put on a few pounds, my hair has turned grey and the more and deeper wrinkles on my face have given me that craggy look. You know, like Charles Bronson.
However, I am sure I will recognize them. Back then, there were just the two of them in the lake at the park but if I were to return now, I expect to hear the soft flapping of little wings as the young ones follow them around like in a flotilla. I really look forward to seeing them again.

A promise is a promise and it has to be kept so I must return to the park at Coquitlam and, I must also ask you to promise not to tell anybody about the woodpecker’s nest located in the thicket of Royal Palms right in front of the nursery and beside the lotus pond at the Taiping Lake Garden.


Note:
1. The above episode happened some time ago. Mrs. Woodpecker and her children have since left the nest for places unknown.