|COLOURFUL mata puteh songbird in a homemade|
bamboo cage with eye-catching ceramic feeding dishes.
EVERY Sunday morning dozens of Singapore's bachelors pick up their birds and head off to the Wah Heng Coffee Shop for a few hours of warbling seductively-sweet nothings in a public ritual of affection that's become somewhat the talk of the town.
And even if they eventually marry, most of these blokes will find it hard to kick the habit, leaving wife and kids at home, and with old faithfuls or new-found birds in-hand, continue the Sunday morning fraternisations they've engaged in for more years than most care to remember.
Yet there's not the slightest suggestion of any shenanigans: for these men who often live in pokey high-rises, and for their birds that are of the true avian variety confined to even pokier cages, Sunday morning outings to the Wah Heng Coffee Shop are a highlight of their week.
In land-scare Singapore few can indulge pets beyond birds in cages and fish in bowls, and keeping these songbirds (as they are known) is a big part of life for many… with Sunday mornings their opportunity to show off carefully nurtured plumage, to listen to competitive whistlings and warblings, compare bright eyes and correct posture, and to marvel at the intricacy of hand-crafted bamboo and teak cages.
Several hundred dollars can change hands here for a single merbok, thrush, bulbul or mata puteh from the nearby jungles of Malaysia, or further-off China.
And these captives are treated right royally, being indulged with such treats as tropical fruits, boiled eggs, live insects and even baby cereals… and although most songbirds are unabashed show-offs in the pursuit of the opposite sex, their owners often spend endless hours whistling tunes or playing recorded bird songs for them to mimic in the hope of finding songbird love at Wah Heng.
Sunday mornings here began close on 30 years ago, when a handful of enthusiasts gathered to show off cages they'd crafted for their birds, often from scrap, rather than the birds themselves.
Over the years the attention swung the other way, and there's now even a national competition with S$10,000 in cash to find Singapore's finest songbirds.
The Wah Heng action begins at 6.30am with cages arriving on the backs of pushbikes and motorcycles, to be swung from rods across the pavement so owners can admire colleague's birds and cages, discuss training strategies and engage in good-natured banter.
|A CORNER of the crowds that gather along the street|
around the Wah Heng Coffee Shop on Sunday mornings.
We talk to George, a Singaporean hairdresser and owner of a mata puteh who has been coming to Wah Heng for over ten years. He shows us his bird in a bamboo cage he made himself, one whose lacquer is mirror-bright and with intricate ivory and ceramic handles and food bowls – even baby toys to keep his bird amused during the long hours George is in his hair salon.
"I'm waiting for the worm man to come, although I've already bought this for my bird's dinner tonight," he says, showing us a small wire mesh cylinder filled with fresh grass and dozens of flittering little grasshoppers.
"My bird loves these, and the worms too – and fresh fruit and honey," George says. And remarkably as much as these men are attached to their songbird pets, unlike westerners they seldom give them names. George can't explain it. "It's a bird," is his only reasoning.
|SHOW OFF: a Singapore songbird does|
its stuff at a Sunday morning gathering.
Then at 10.30 the cages start coming down, disappearing under elaborate hand-made covers, to be strapped back on the pushbikes and motorcycles.
Sunday morning is over; for these men and their birds, it's back to their high-rises for another week.
(Ask taxi drivers to you to the Sunday Songbirds at Wah Heng Coffee Shop on the corner of Tiong Bahru and Seng Poh Roads; or take the MRT or bus to the Tiong Bahru MRT inter-change and walk to from there.)