A 5-star review in the sky: Pompadour Green Pigeons

It was a cold start to the day in the sleepy village of Kurangu Mudi in the Anaimalai Hills. The sun wasn’t up yet. I was sipping on hot beverage outside a tea shop, petting an old mongrel. We were watching the mist disappear from moist skirts the forest wore that morning. Suddenly, out of nowhere, ghostly cries hijacked the air. I looked around and saw only the sleepy stare of the shopkeeper.

So, I craned my neck upwards to see if they were birdsongs. I noticed that a flock of pigeons had taken to the skies, and they were heading towards the other side. They were too quick for me to identify them by name at that moment. And so I ran after them until I reached a fence safeguarding the wild animals from people and vice-versa.

I turned back to see if the dog had followed me. But he hadn’t. I assumed that he had seen these birds before. And he had also learned to accept that the world was never going to be as beautiful as the birds it houses.

It took me a while to realize that I had spotted Pompadour Green Pigeons; in fact, several of them on a canopy of fruiting trees. They were breakfasting on shirt pocket-sized fruits, and looking very pleased about it. It was like a scene sliced out of a surreal movie. It left me with sentiments vastly unlike to those that Buñuel and Dalí’s Un Chien Andalou did.

It wasn’t my first encounter with these pigeons. I had seen them before, nesting in small groups in Munnar and Thekkady during late evenings. These resident breeders can be found across the tropical regions of southern Asia, including the Western Ghats. They haunt rainforests and wet woodlands.

Never before though had I ever been surrounded by them, in large numbers, in the clear light of day.

It’s impossible to describe Pompadour Green Pigeons without missing out at least one precious detail about them. They resemble red velvet cupcakes, coated in pistachio dust and mint sauce. But that would only qualify as chapter one in what might turn out to be a novella about their wings alone.

Pompadour Green Pigeon, Anaimalai Hills

And so, I hope some of the photographs fill in the potholes these words may have dug up.

I want to drip from your beak, like fresh orange juice squeezed from a sunset, trickling from mouths of mountaintops.

(Photographs: Korangu Mudi)

15 thoughts on “A 5-star review in the sky: Pompadour Green Pigeons

Add yours

  1. I was trying to describe these, the other day, to a friend from another part of India who has spent most of her adult life in England. They are lovely birds. They look nearly identical to our pigeons from the neck up, shape-wise, but there the similaries end.

    Liked by 1 person

      1. Colloquially, amongst themselves, or their ‘proper’ names? smiles They are mostly Rock Doves or Wood Pigeons. We also have Collared Doves (don’t worry, the ‘collar’ is just a marking).

        Liked by 1 person

      2. I assumed the proper names would be all quirky, and not just the usual “Common something” or “Eurasian some other thing”.

        Also, the wood pigeons look gorgeous ❤ When you find the time, do take a look at the “Nicobar Pigeon”.

        Liked by 1 person

So, what's on your mind?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Righting stuff

Unloading BS on branding, marketing & writing


Better an Oops than a What if...

The Godly Chic Diaries


Namma Chennai Ponnu

Hey stars! Come lets travel through words

Coffee Break

Read at leisure

Women's Web: For Women Who Do

Website & Community for Indian Women

The Critilizers

Where we Critically Analyse what we live for

Taste of the wild, wise soul💛

✨Cultivate awareness into your intentions✨

Implied Spaces

Between Realities


For cathartext


Trail of Thoughts

The Knowledge Log

Life is a broadway musical and everyday is a song. These are mine manifested as poetry.

Unamused Musings

Book reviews and musings about literature

Quaint Revival

quirks, quips & photo clicks

Find Your Middle Ground

Life is a series of highs and lows. Be grateful in the highs. Be graceful in the lows. Find contentment in your Middle Ground

Megha's World

A potpourri of emotions

%d bloggers like this: