Before I adjust my dual eye lenses
The lesser flamingos start pecking at shrimps
Their red eyes and dark beak
jabbing in search of beta carotene.
More pink than white feathers, unlike the greater flamingos,
the inverted U-shaped necks survey
the rising sun and the tiny ripples
on the low tide water exchanging doubt and trust
amongst the distinct batches.
Some move towards mangroves to rest their legs
Some still feed the dawn
ignoring the curious looks of the
less-fancied sandpipers, plovers and stints.
Away from this narrow outlet,
the people on the main Sewri jetty
With small and big binoculars on,
Pull up tweets and ask where they are and
Whistle if they sight one or a few rump towards them.
Still choosing a pit stop every year
but in the shade
These migratory birds with their fatigued tail feathers
come digging clods of earth.
The view of the feathered guests turn out to be
Unique as always in the mud flat
under the mellow winter sun.
Bird Counters -- Purvis Evans