It settled on the railings of the balcony, picking on the geraniums that Nelly had planted .
It was happy and chanted –
It was seven am and Nelly opened slightly the window , very quietly so as not to frighten it .
It kept chanting for few minutes and then flew away .
The next morning at around seven am the pink breasted bird came back and chanted again .
Nelly opened the window and it kept chanting for a few more minutes and then flew away .
The day after it had become a routine , and the bird seemed to enjoy the company .
Nelly proferred a twig , a very thin and small branch of a bouganvilla . The bird kept on singing but a liitle longer .
Then one day the pink breasted bird settled on the branch and kept on singing .
It was seven fifteen before it disappeared .
After a month Nelly wrapped the twig with one of her long fingers , and then two and the whole hand .
The pink breasted bird sat on the hand and sang .
This wonderful routine lasted until the first of April .
This was when the spring clock was advanced by one hour .
At seven which was now eight the bird with the pink breast came back each day and settled on the railing .
Is it my imagination ? But the song was not the same .