Nature’s Layers Unravelled – Encounters with birds, beasts, and relatives
Cut off from the world, the hours and days were filled with sights and experiences. Birds, inclement weather and elusive mammal sightings made this trip to Pangot memorable. It was digital detox royale!
In Valparai, an Eden of wilderness tucked away in the Anaimalai range of the Western Ghats, wildlife is easy to observe… and miss.
The Andamans. Looking out of the window of a passenger aircraft descending to land, it looks like any other mass of land. Look closely you will see the work of a maverick artist with a sense of humour
A swimming tiger! This was the first time in 4,000 safaris that the boat driver and the naturalist had seen a tiger in the water in Kabini
Wisdom and musings from a 50-minute encounter with a leopard in Nagarahole
Confusing a mongoose for a fox isn’t an act of uninformed stupidity. It means something is amiss with your Semantic Network
A White-bellied Sea Eagle won’t make that astronomical push without a gastronomical pull and this one had no apparent interest in playing the avian Sisyphus.
No, we didn’t see the tiger at Bhadra this summer. But nature’s cornucopia overflowed with bird sightings. And yes, a pack of Dhole. Carnivore – check!
Christmas day, I took out my socks and found my car keys inside. I took it as a portent and headed out birding
They say a window of opportunity seldom presents itself twice. Yet, this White-cheeked Barbet seemed to be sitting on one
Is a kingfisher’s hard-earned meal tastier than something that came by easy? That’s some food for thought
The goose was headed for the bar, as it were. Or, at least that’s how some understood it. Never take a bird’s name too literally – and other wisdom from interacting with non-birders.
Looking at the reflection of a Little Egret in Kabini revealed clues to its future marital eligibility
I remembered a little affront I heaped at the mighty mountains when I landed at Aut. Taking a reel out of Apollo 13, I mimicked the scene where Jim Lowell covers the moon with his thumb and looked at a peak far away, murmuring, “As tall as my thumb.” Anand Yegnaswami reflects on his trek in the Great Himalayan National Park, one year later.
Winter’s officially out the door, but we still entertain memories of a January morning in Bharatpur amid winged angels and wicked vandals Accompanied by the creaking of the cycle rickshaw’s suspension, the eerie silhouettes created by the dense fog eclipsing the post meridian sun presented a negative portent right out…
