The ‘Pycrofts Road’ got its name from the british civil servant Sir Thomas Picroft, who served as a member of the Madras Legislative Council from 1862 to 1867. It is a busy main road ending towards marina beach in chennai. On the road there is an inconspicuous-looking building, where hundreds of parrots comes to have a rest on every evening.
In a time where bird sightings in cities are in decline because of lack of natural habitats, the sheer number of parrots that land up every single day on the terrace of this particular building is astounding. A green sanctuary amidst an almost-concrete jungle in the metro city.
If you go near the building you could see there a man standing, dressed up in his trademark cap (may be to avoid the bird poops) is feeding hundreds of parrots. The man behind the astonishment, C.Sekar, a full time camera technician by profession, tells that he started feeding the parrots for over a decade. The whole story started in an evening during the aftermath of the 2004 tsunami, as the tsunami struck the east coast of India, villages were washed away, many people living along the sea line disappeared and animals were affected.
“During that time, I found two parrots sitting on my terrace extremely tired and thirsty,” he said. “I fed them that day”. When he continued feeding them as a daily practice, the parrots returned, but with more of their tribe.
The numbers on a typical busy evening are stupendous. “This is nothing. If you see in the morning there are even more parrots. That time there is not much traffic and noise disturbance,” he said.
True to his word, the entire group takes flight disturbed by the sounds of a truck honking in the distance. However, they return to feed on the little mounds of soaked rice placed neatly on the terrace of Sekar’s house.
Sekar buys thirty kilos of rice just for the parrots every day; in all he spends almost Rs. 1000 just on food for his green-little friends each day.
But even he couldn’t explain where so many parrots came from. “I think when they migrate from a place to another they pass by here.” He even explained a day on which two parrots were so tired and thirsty that they couldn’t fly onwards on their journey. “They rested on the terrace for a while, had water, and then continued,” he said.
As he talks, he mentions that an unbelievable number of people stop and just stare at the sight before them. Some of them even try to disturb the parrots. “So every evening I stand down making sure no one harms the parrots,” he said.
True to his word, two men passing by the building come to a halt near Sekar. As they enquire why Sekar fed parrots, he gets visually agitated. “Why do these people ask me if it’s a hobby?”
“Do people ask if it is a hobby to feed the poor and the homeless? All these people only want to know how much it costs and whether I have a motive behind it,” he said.
“I live in a rented house. My office is in the same building as my house here, “ Sekar said as he pointed to the same building. “I own a scooter and I have two grown-up children who are settled,” he said explaining his financial position.
What does he get out of doing this?
Article: A sanctuary for parrots