Himalaya on my mind
If my piece on the Bedni Bugyal trek was a one-week breeze, here comes the hurricane. My good friend Jennifer Nandi, whose reading has ingrained in her the poesy of…
Nature’s Layers Unravelled – Encounters with birds, beasts, and relatives
If my piece on the Bedni Bugyal trek was a one-week breeze, here comes the hurricane. My good friend Jennifer Nandi, whose reading has ingrained in her the poesy of…
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iGvD-Tteiw] The Green Ogre – Birds, Wildlife, Ecology and Nature notes from India.
Sept. 30 – Oct. 2, 2008 Alpine Swift (Tachymarptis melba) Ashy Woodswallow (Artamus fuscus) Bar-winged Flycatcher Shrike (Hemipus picatus) Black Eagle (Ictinaetus malayensis) Black-crested Bulbul (Ruby Throated) – (Pycnonotus melanicterus…
On our 10-day trek in Garhwal, we experienced the majesty, beauty, ferocity and the sagacity of the Himalayas. Over a hundred species of birds, hailstorms every afternoon, mountain sickness at…
The man whose breath is the breathing of small white butterflies… – Erica Jong, The Man Under the Bed It’s not often that we see the Page Three element in…
It was in March last year that I stole a trip to Sultanpur, a few minutes by road past Gurgaon, Haryana. It seemed every bit like the wetlands of my…
From The Green Ogre archives, before digital video really caught on and became a thing – here are a bunch of quick nature notes from Horsley Hills
The Chinese, in all their ecological ignorance, have reason to be proud. After systematically decimating all things living from their once-bountiful land, they now expect to be felicitated for their…
The ban of the veterinary drug Diclofenac comes as a relief to conservationists. The drug, administered to domestic cattle and water buffalo, has been blamed for the Great Asian Vulture…
At a viewpoint on the California coast, we stopped for a bite, and got more than we could chew.
Birdsong brings comfort to tired trekkers ascending to the heights of Brahmagiri in the Western Ghats
I had walked these fields as a child. Here is where I became a birdwatcher.
“Tusker!” The cry stopped the safari vehicle in its tracks. About 20 tourists gawked at the picture of splendour, like a dark raincloud in a starless sky, chomping on shoots…
I have lived all my life with a green finger. Now scurvied by years of abuse in the urban wilderness, it joins my palsied lungs in an anguished cry. For…