THAT’S HOW MOTHERS ARE!

Oh! This has been a long time to write something on this page, but finally I managed to come back with my second blog. This time it’s a story from nature; something which is true which is touching. I hope you connect with it. So the story goes like this-

Once upon a time there was a depot of dry forest woods. There was also one tree. Dry and dead! With no leaves, neither flowers nor fruits! It served no purpose to stay in depot but to cut the tree and burn its branches, the wood for fuel purpose. The depot was also full of weeds. The tiny little grass! which was restricting the growth of large trees. The forest department decided to sell all the wood and clean up the depot. So the higher officer ordered his subordinates. The subordinate after the sale of wooden blocks of depot found it convenient to clean it by the easiest way of lighting a fire. And so he did at once.

Later that day the officials came to inspect the depot. While walking across they reached near the tree. They found a small hollow hole on the tree trunk. They checked inside the hole and found what? Bodies of four parrots. Dead not because of the fire but the heat that was burning the tree. It was a family of four with mother and her tiny little chicken. Who did not even know how to fly? The mother parrot daily used to go out of her beautiful tree house fetch food for her children and feed them. Every day she used to follow the same routine. Go out of the house, keep her chicken wait and return back with a food. But it was a different day for them. Mother went to fetch the food, like always her little angels were waiting but by the time she returned the depot was set a fire. She realized the danger. She had to run away to save her life. But she could not. Her little angels were inside that house, she had to save them. She took a risk she flew to the tree, which was yet to catch the fire. She entered the hole. Her chicken were crying for her, waiting for their mother. She did not understand how to save them. She could not pick them up in her beak. Neither could hold them in her tiny claws. All that she could do was to embrace them in her feathers n so she did. The fire came to the tree; all that she could do was to squawk with her little angels. She could fly but she did not. How could she? She was a mother and that’s how mothers are!