Walking with birds & chasing garbage trucks

 

🎈🎈🎈HAPPY BIRTHDAY🎈🎈🎈

 PAVY!! 

See you morning!

walking with birds & chasing garbage trucks with my grandson 

We step out of the house on a crisp slightly chilly July morning. Little Pavy looks up at white puffs of clouds drifting across the sky. Pavy wants to go to the playground in the park that’s a little distance away. That's for the evening I tell him. Now we will just walk near Pavy's house. He says, ‘walk neighbourhood’.

 Its Thursday morning. From our backyard a few minutes ago, we saw the garbage truck go up the street. We decide to go find it. We walk around the block, it’s a quiet peaceful morning. We hear the rumble of the truck on the next street that’s at a slightly higher level hidden behind thick trees and homes. "Garbage truck making noise' says Pavy. Sure buddy, that’s noise. Wonder what you’d call the cacophony on Bangalore streets? The garbage truck comes into sight and he looks up, eyes open wide, as the huge truck drives past. He watches as it goes down the street extending its big mechanical arm to pick up garbage bins, kept neatly outside each house, and empty the garbage into a collecting container in the truck. The truck goes round the bend and out of our sight. “Garbage truck went away”, Pavy informs me. We decide to turn back and walk around our block the other way to find the truck again.

There's a bird hopping with us, or rather in front of us, for a while. Pavy says “that birds hopping”. Then suddenly for no apparent reason the bird takes flight drawing Pavy to observe, “bird flew away”. We look for bunnies. Some mornings we are lucky. We see a bunny nibbling someone's green lawn, then freeze as we approach hoping that we hadn’t noticed it. But then, “Bunny hopped away”.  But today we don't see any.  Pavy consoles me, "Bunny's hiding".

A couple of aeroplanes fly overhead. Growing up in the state of Washington Pavy is used to mostly seeing small private planes owned by the super-rich. He is quick to spot the ‘ordinary’ commercial plane and points out ‘big plane'.

Along the way we peer into every storm drain to check for ‘little bit water’ or if ‘water flowing’. We can now see the main road down from our street above. The traffic is getting busy which works well for us. Pavy points out a white car, a blue car, a yellow bus, a white truck, a red car and to his utter delight another garbage truck. He knows that further down the main road, at the U turn, 'black car turn around'. We are almost home when we see ‘our’ garbage truck again! The driver waves at Pavy.

Can’t believe our little grandson will very soon be a two-year-old. As we wind up our little walk, I ask Pavy if I can carry him. He grins at me. I take that as ‘ok’ and scoop him up in my arms holding him close in a hug.

 “See you morning!” Pavy’s exuberant promise accompanying his 'good-night' yesterday – how heart-warmingly sweet that turned out to be!

PS> Its a week since Pavy and I did that morning walk. And its Pavy's birthday today

🎈🎈🎈HAPPY BIRTHDAY🎈🎈🎈

 PAVY!!