A loud, unusual thud against my study cum prayer room French window.
A ruffle of delicate powder blue feather fell.
I reach out to see what had made that loud noise.
A young grey partridge was breathing its last.
The beautiful creature had flown in headlong into my window and struck itself on the head. It seemed to have fallen from a height, and I could see a gentle struggle at its tail. No blood, but its eyes were gently closed as if in meditation. Breathtakingly beautiful, even in this state. I couldn’t take my eyes off.
I was just out of my Sadhna. The sheer fortune of the stunning bird that its body had to pass through my altar before being buried. My husband had stroked it gently till it had gone cold. Then we covered it in a towel, sprinkled holy water, offered flowers and prayed for the soul as it lay in front of Swamiji’s padukas.
Laws are strict in Singapore. We were ready to call the Pet Cremation Service, however on checking with our condominium’s Gardner, we were able to lay it to rest under a shady tree.