Following a flycatcher to paradise: Part 1

I have obsessed over spotting the Asian Paradise Flycatcher for years. She is one of those birds who looks as extravagant as her name might suggest. That's not the case with let's say the Streaked Fantail Warbler. Her name may suggest that she looks like Captain Planet's arch-nemesis. In reality - she resembles a house sparrow wearing a shawl, just having a bad hair... Continue Reading →

A case for the commoners: Kingfishers

Growing up, "Kingfishers" represented a brand of beer more than it did a family of birds. I still know more people with alcohol issues than I do birders. I can’t recollect ever seeing one until after I got into birding. Not even the White-Throated Kingfisher - a shy yet widely-distributed residential bird in my city. The first time... Continue Reading →

To believe is to see: Nilgiri Flycatcher

Love dwells in our hearts as eagerly as it does in our eyes; no man, woman or child is an island, much a bird sanctuary in paradise. I have seen the Nilgiri Flycatcher only in pairs; several times in different parts of Tamil Nadu and Kerala. Never though has the male or the female shown... Continue Reading →

Birds aren’t chained to our skies

The crack of dawn goes unheard even though it is drizzling songs inside. No matter the crooked ways of the world - birds aren't chained to our skies For a few years now, Vedanthangal Bird Sanctuary has been a nesting spot for the birder in me. It was where my love for birds grew a pair... Continue Reading →

A fruit basket of a girl: Common Kestrel

He tongues the creamy sweat on her custard apple neck, leaving no legacies, just the littlest and most cherry-kissed of lakes, as she plants sugar plums inside his cheeks, and drapes her arms over him, like scar tissues peeled off dried plantains, assuring him that it would be for the best if they remained browning... Continue Reading →

To believe is to see: Common Hoopoe

A mother and her daughter in hot pursuit of a runaway hearse, with hairpins for memories - picked right out of grandma's purse - tucked in-between their thighs, poorly advised, and drawn to darkness by artificially inseminated fireflies. The birds featured in this post Common Hoopoes that I spotted at a shrub forest near the Vedanthangal Bird... Continue Reading →

No such thing as too much yellow

A golden oriole appears, sepia-bathed and freckled, as does her song in silos; she dips her beak in crumbling lemon clouds, giggling at earthly suspicions that the world might, in fact, be a little too yellow. I think Golden Orioles are on a mission from another planet. You can read about it here. It is also a humble opinion of... Continue Reading →

Be a woodpecker

A noisy summer's swansong as crooned by a woodpecker down on his luck, perched above a traveler, with hiccups and toenail clippers to accompany them at dusk. July can be a mean-spirited month. One moment it dares to wash the burn marks and sweat stains left by yet another sultry summer. The very next - it breathes fire into... Continue Reading →

Thereafter there flew a raptor

An eagle undresses the clouds after the summer rain, seducing the wild blue yonder to show a little skin and a tattoo of the moon on its cream cheese cleavage. I freeze a little every time I spot an eagle. Ever since I heard that they fly above the clouds to avoid the rain, I have... Continue Reading →

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