Wild is her colour palette

want to
grow old
in your hair,
like wild plantains,
like a waif,
your valleys
and murmuring
creeks, with
for footsteps
on your
spider silk

I finished my final birding trail of the season in Bodimettu (Tamil Nadu) and Munnar (Kerala). Unfortunately, the weather was overcast with intermittent rains, especially in Kerala. Cold winds and the bluish mist turned the streets of Munnar into old photographs. As pretty as that sounds, it was not the best conditions for birding.

The cottage where I stayed was in the middle of a 15-kilometer hot zone for elephants. Hence I also had to spend a good deal of time during my trails on the look-out for them. They are the Incredible Hulks of the wild. “They are always angry”. And rightfully so, given how we treat them like beef. Sorry, domestic cattle.

However, on a cloudy Sunday morning, I struck gold. And emerald doves. Birds of colourful feathers flocked together to show up in a section of a nearby reserve forest. I was able to, in just a few minutes, spot a juvenile Speckled Piculet, a Blue-Capped Rock Thrush, a pair of Large Hawk Cuckoos and a Banded Goshawk.

Eurasian Kestrel
Common Kestrel

The highlight of the trip was the Common Kestrel. I spotted a beautiful huntress a few months ago at the Vedanthangal Bird Sanctuary in the low light of a misty morning. But she flew away before the sun could show me just how beautifully polka-dotted she was. This time around, on the way to Munnar, I saw an adult male resting on the branch of a tree. Instead of admiring his colours, I jogged towards his direction, hoping for a clearer angle to take a photograph. In doing so, I stepped over some dry leaves. And away he flew, leaving me with a fleeting visual of his posterior.

I pretended to be okay with this; that everything happened for a reason and such. Inside though I was having a mild panic attack. Of course I had gotten greedy and messed up a good opportunity to photograph a beautiful bird.

On my way back to Chennai, I spotted him again at the same location. He was perched on a lower branch. I squealed as silently as I could, got out of the taxi and tip-toed, like a burglar in a cartoon, towards the side of him. I saw a few vehicles speeding towards our direction from half-a-kilometer away. I clicked a few photographs as quickly as I could. Seconds later, two cars and a van sped noisily past us. The Kestrel could care less. He just stood there, unperturbed.

After 5 minutes or so, he flew upwards and sat on a tree near the bend of the road. I walked up towards him, which took me another ten minutes. I easily found him, and photographed the burn-marks on his breast to my heart’s content. He was still restricted in movement; almost indifferent to an intrusive stranger. I thought to myself that it was an annual bonus from Mother Nature after a year and a few weeks of active birding; that everything happened for a reason.

Or maybe I just got lucky.

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  1. “spider silk skin” – Okay, let’s be honest – this poem is for a cat, right? People are not there yet, mate. Hehehe, not if they are not Japanese, I mean. XD
    Fabulous words and pictures, C, loved it! ^_^

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      1. yesssssssss!

        RIG it is 🙂 i ll also turn it into an imaginary verb for our conversations.

        I’ll be like “RIG, did you rig the goats over the clouds like we discussed?

        And you’ll be like “i don;t even know you are rigging saying, C”

        Fun no? 😀

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  2. Reblogged this on Travels with Tio and commented:
    christy Bharath is one of the most eloquent contemporary poets I’ve encountered. His verse always delights and his evocative mix of words continues to surprise my curious mind. An added bonus is that his beautiful description of birding adventures allow my blind eyes to again experience th wonders of Nature.

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  3. I love the imagery of “kiss-stains for footsteps” !
    The kestrel is beautiful and I can understand why you were excited to spot it. I’m glad you were blessed with time to admire and photograph it after initially scaring him away 🙂

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