You make me want to dance: Owlets

I have a sneaking suspicion that birds dance more than we may assume. Especially when they think that nobody else is around. I may have seen Owlets in action, without their knowledge. I can't be sure. They may have just been belligerent about being spotted. Perhaps they had food poisoning. I am not an ornithologist.... Continue Reading →

He’s a family guy: Great Indian Hornbill

It’s been 72 hours since I spotted Great Indian Hornbills in Valparai for the third time. A few things have changed in my life since then. It's as though someone turned my life’s volume knob way down. The bedroom walls are starting to whisper back. Last night, we watched each other peel in strange places. It was... Continue Reading →

A case for the commoners: Red-Wattled Lapwing

She's not a canvas for the weak to paintbrush their dreams in, she's a coat of paint for the weary to re-imagine the world with Many summers ago, I was at the Vedanthangal Bird Sanctuary, minding my own business and that of a few passerine birds. Suddenly a shrill sound – tee-tee-tiri – started echoing in the air; as... Continue Reading →

To catch a flycatcher

Birds are potted plants for rent; Even if their terrace gardens may change, the colour of water that kisses their roots will remain the same. Old World Flycatchers (Eeppidippan) are beautiful passerine birds. They are notoriously difficult to photograph. It took me about a year to spot the Asian Paradise Flycatcher. The Tickell's Blue Flycatcher... Continue Reading →

Weeding out the gardener

His garden flowers grew, like shadows caught by sundials in a playful mood, as the seasons changed, most of them stayed the same - except the gentlest of the lot - a dahlia out of sorts, his polka-dotted muse in comfortable shoes; she rode colder winds, un-plucked, unrestrained. If I could not host hummingbirds daily in my own terrace garden... Continue Reading →

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