I was returning home from usual evening solo ride, cycling from somewhere. At a place name Kumal Gaun, I saw few children with catapults and holding couple of birds. One was dead and another was waiting to die with a big hole on chest. I stayed with them for some time and explained the role those birds play in maintaining our biodiversity. I also, exemplifying them— just like these birds, what would they do if their parents do not return, tonight. They felt sorry and happily handed me their catapults after I gave the money they spent in buying them. They also gave those birds to me. On the way to home, I was hoping to save that bird and even plan to name it as “Kumal” (after the name of the place). I quickly came home, applied Betadine on the wound fed some liquid but after an hour it eventually died. I could’nt save the little birdie.
On the other side of the story, a boy told there are more then 25 catapults in village with almost every children and even parents who hunts birds everyday. And he promised me to call them and gather at a place next day exactly on 12 pm. We planned to trick village children saying, a man is will come with a camera to photograph everyone. My motive was to buy everyone’s catapults and tell them to use that money in a good way. I also though of explaining them just like I did to those kids.
Next day, I went there at the same time. Place was empty. I waited for few hours none showed up. I quickly scanned village but couldn’t find any children. Today evening was my third visit but again, no luck.
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