The first visitor was a sparrow, an uninvited visitor who scattered feces on the balcony, so we fought them off by hanging CDs.
One day, I heard a sound completely different from the sparrow, which I'm not used to hearing in the city.
I didn't expect to hear it, so I peeked through the curtains and saw a beautiful wild bird with a long, red beak looking at me.
I had never seen this bird before, so I forgot to take my camera and watched it for a while.
By the time I decided to take a picture of it, it was gone.
The other day, when I took pictures of wild birds here and there in Kyoto, a friend who always accompanied me visited.
On the balcony, I heard the first time I had ever listened to a chirping bird. My friend said it was not a brown-eared bulbul.
Peeking through the curtains, it was indeed a Brown-eared Bulbul.
In Kyoto, the Brown-eared bulbul is a bird that can see anywhere and anytime.
In the Heian period, they were the favorite bird of the nobility.
Well.
This morning, though, it was still dark, just after 3:30.
For some reason, I woke up in bed.
I could hear the cries of a Brown-eared bulbul for a while.
But it was a sad call I'd never heard before.
And with various variations.
It was unusual, I thought, so I raised myself out of bed and looked out on the balcony, but it was gone.
But still, that cry... and then I realized that it was now Festival of the Dead season.
Not only did I not see my mother die, but she also died by violence...March 11, 2011, they were broadcast to the whole world. Video footage of Yuriage, my hometown.
People were on the rooftop, and I thought my mother was saved, but unfortunately, she was on the ground floor and could not save by the tsunami.
My mother came to see me in the form of a brown-eared bulbul.
It was the cry of a Brown-eared Bulbul. Anyway, it was a sorrowful sound that could only describe as pathetic, and it came in many different ways.
When I went back to bed and set it down at the scheduled wake-up time, this song popped into my mind.
I had heard the tune of the beginning of this song a few times a long time ago.
The other day, while listening to youtube, I came across this song for the first time in a very long time.
I didn't know that the song was about Van Gogh.
I thought it was the song I should listen to today.
I send this song to everyone in Yuriage. It is a gift to my teacher and classmates to whom I owe a high debt of gratitude for their excellent health and longevity.
Don McLean - Vincent ( Starry, Starry Night) With Lyrics