For a week now, these cute tiny visitors have been coming to our courtyard to feast on ripe, sweet guavas. Though there are eight of them in the flock, and though they travail hard, they manage to eat very little each day, probably because they are so small. Warbling in delight, they flit from branch to branch, completely unafraid of curious onlookers.
Hardly two and a half inches long, they seem so soft and light, and look at us through wondrous golden brown eyes, ringed with silver mother of pearl. As they turn their heads, their eyes change color with the angle of light and sometimes even look purple!
When we pluck a guava or two and bite in, they don’t seem to mind at all, and seem to count us among their friends. We don’t know their names, nor they ours, but we share the common language of love!
