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Friday, May 27, 2005

Continuing Tradition

Mum used to place some cooked rice in a steel plate next to a big old frying pan filled with fresh water everyday at the back balcony of our home. She always say it's a small way to help and ease the lives of God's creatures, that is the birds.

So every morning you'll hear the chirping sounds of the sparrows communing at the back balcony. Later in the day it will the magpies' turn. The magpies are a bunch of noisy birds...clacking away while they take their bath, spraying water all over the place.

The flat has been sold and Mum has now moved over to K.K. and I don't think she's taking care of the birds anymore as she's very absentminded nowadays.

We, her daughters never follow in her footsteps of looking after the birds...but strangely enough, my horsie has recently taken up this hobby of Mum's.

Every evening, he'll place the leftover rice or sometimes uncooked rice at our backyard for the birds, no birdbath though. In the early morning the birds, the sparrows will come and feast.

Sometimes horsie forgets to place the rice in the evening and early in the morning when he heard the birds chirping, he'll say "his friends" are calling him. He'll then go out to the backyard and sprinkle a handful of rice for his friends.

Well, i'm glad someone is continuing Mum's tradition and I hope one day, one of my kids will continue to do so..:)

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