When it's quiet, it's not quiet

The last couple of months were considered quiet months when the only birds visible were resident and local birds.  The last of the migratory birds had left by April.  How I look forward to September, perhaps even as early as August, when the taman welcomes once again visitor birds seeking refuge here from winter up north!  That is, if we still have the taman as it is now, without the devastating effects of concrete encroachment.

Now the taman is still alive with the sound of birds.  It goes back no doubt to what I have always believed, that the existence of a park is not just to serve human needs.  
As a city we are already at a stage where we can afford to preserve and maintain parks for other than human needs, but sadly the ones with the authority to enable this could be precisely the ones who hardly use parks, thus reject, intentionally or otherwise, the role of open green spaces as the bedrock of urban wellbeing and sustenance.  (The soul of a city cannot possibly be in its line-up of brick and mortar, and dazzle of lights!!)
Thus precious resources are always wasted in the fight against arrogant short-sightedness or in the worse scenario, greed.
And the claws of greed can be so gripping that when one eventually realises the hold, it's ever tragically too late to flee!

Meanwhile, in corners and shades of the taman, one could still catch sight of birds having their private moments.

The taman does brew magic!  Magic for the heart, mind and soul.
We will see if we want to see.
We will learn if we want to learn.
The taman is always for the open hearts.