It is early morning and I am sitting on the steps watching those small birds moving about enthusiastically as though it is some kind of festival today.

 They must be doing this zealous act everyday, but I am hardly awake to witness it.

Because there are a number of trees in my garden, their feast must be special.

 I am not sure whether they relish fruits or worms more.

Those are green parrots who look very much like they have fallen in love with each other recently. Looking very reluctant to leave each other's company, they have not yet started their breakfast.

Knowing that this is the mango season, they must have thought that there is no reason to worry about food.

The brown birds, whose name I dont know, are picking something from the ground and seem to relish their find. 

The wind is blowing softly.