Apr 9, 2022
Meditative object: family
I sit watching the Malabar pied hornbill bring figs to his mate. The female has walled herself up in a nest hole in the tree opposite, cemented herself in with a fruit paste, so no snake can eat her eggs. There’s a rush of air when the make lands with his huge wingbeats. I watch as he regurgitates his meal and pipes it though the great curved bill with its black-and-yellow casque down into the tip of hers through the slit of her cell. He arrives every hour and each time he feeds her I feel stronger.