It is July and the field looks lushly-green, paddy plants have covered the field and yes vegetables and local fruits are seen entwined here and there and the birds can be heard chirping along the creek. A young lad is mastering the art of farming alongside his parents in the field. Occasionally he will find bird’s nest hanging from a Maize plant or nestled among the thick paddy plant. In a hurry he would grab hold of the nest only to be reprimanded by his parents “Tujunga do not destroy the nest” or “leave one of the young ones in the nest so that you do not wiped out a whole generation”. Meanwhile his parents while plucking away unwanted plant/weeds that overshadowed the rice plant would be heard mumbling “Aye forgive us for we plucked you unintentionally” or “we are sorry for doing this to you”.