A bit like counting eggs before they hatch. You know, that sort of thing.
While we wait for the fruit to mature, we don’t realize that we are in august company.
One of the fruit stems seems to have mysteriously broken and we wonder how that could have happened.
There are still the ones on the other branch which are, in any case, ripening sooner, though they strangely seem to be fewer than before.
The puzzle is solved when we suddenly spot a visitor – two, in fact, – a pair of Red Whiskered Bulbuls coming to the curryleaf plant.
It was their noisy conversation that gave them away. Apparently this is a social occasion for these birds.
One of them swiftly darts to the curry plant and neatly picks a ripe berry for breakfast (or is it lunch?) with its beak, before flitting away to an electrical wire outside and then off, after a quick, noisy statement or two.
Perhaps it was protesting at my manners (or lack therof).
Their visits are brief, but with unfailing regularity, they appear everyday at almost the same time (around 9am).
They are fascinating to observe.
They are also very shy.
Even from a good twelve feet or so inside the room, I'm regarded with great suspicion through the open door of the balcony.
Getting too close is a sure-fire way to scare them off. So I never get a good picture, but enough to submit as evidence.
It's a delight to have them visit! They are beautiful, indeed.
At some point we realise that if we are to save any seeds at all, we need to act fast.
So we pluck a couple of berries and leave the remaining for our beautiful guests.
Well worth it.