Knowing the season is an instinct!

Knowing the season seems to be a natural instinct.  It is a mystery as to how the sea turtles and the migrating birds would know the exact season and the direction before they embark on the long journey. It is almost like a biological chip or a compass embedded inside their mind or body, that reminds and steers them towards their yearly pre-destined path. Perhaps it is their resonating and cyclical physical response to the specific magnetic field patterns which had been stored permanently inside them while they were first born.  All creatures created big and small by God are so wonderful and marvellous!

Human beings might still need a compass or GPS coupled with a calender to guide them through certain tasks that they have to accomplish or undertake during certain seasons of the year. Sometimes I do wonder whether we human beings also have certain instincts, which you might not have noticed. Come to think of this, when I was a kid, there was no one reminded us that it was the time to fly the kites! It was almost an instinct when the wind started to blow hard and the crowd just gathered itself at different parts of the village. They would have their strings or threads plastered with fine broken glass dust, with this on its surface,  the threads are simply cutting sharp and that was how kites were crossing the path of each other in the sky and started a game of dog fight until the loser kite was cut-off. It was a lot of fun by manoeuvring the kites criss crossing the sky and then chasing after those kites once the strings holding those kites in the sky were cut-off by the razor sharp pre-treated threads of their opponents. Kites from far away parts of the village always got cut-off and blown all the way to land in the barbed wire fenced off school compound near to our house. I was always the champion in picking up the most of those cut away kites because I was adept at climbing those barbed wire fence and my running speed was simply stunning though I was of small build and stature compared to the other boys.

I was told that in Trengganu now it is the time for flying kites and the season will end soon and then comes the season of fighting fish. The season of playing time is not pre-arranged or scheduled prior hand but rather an instinct based decision. The crowd would start to gather gradually, reaches its peak and then all dispersed finally; the cycle will start all over again to make way for the new hobby to come into season. Could you call that an instinct too? It is a good instinct though, otherwise if the fighting fishes are not given sufficient time to grow in size, there would not be so much fun to catch them sparkling on the net and displaying their splendid colors when kept in bottles.