it's only natural

It's morning, and i'm awakened by the chattering of mynahs outside my window. A raucous tribe of mynahs, it seems, pounding on the metal roof tiles in a flurry of vehement pattering. i look out of the window, and there they are - a whole tribe of two, jet feathers tensed, locked in battle over a scrap of breakfast.

Nature has been on my mind a fair bit recently - all thanks to Tom and Tess - Nature with the capital N as well as that quieter nature with its dimunitive 'n' - the nature we speak of when we say, 'human nature', or perhaps, 'that's just her nature'. i wonder what that mynah incident is telling me, and what will result from all this rumination.
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