The sun had just begun to retire. They took the cue and flew to their designated spots. Golu settled onto the window ledge next to her siblings and mother. They stood close together without letting their feathers touch. A younger one wanted to play. “Not now,” scolded the Mother, nudging the child with her head and giving a peck with her beak. But Golu was in the mood for some play. She started going round and round while she cooed. Her sister giggled watching Golu advance towards her in her rotating state. Mother had had enough. She flew over the kids’ heads and pushed Golu off the ledge. Golu wasn’t angry – she had landed on the window ledge where some odd looking creatures put out wheat every day.