Bright plumage, brilliant camouflage, restive yet reticent dispositions, that sums these finches up… musing on black-and-yellow grosbeaks, Himachal Pradesh 🏔️, India 🇮🇳
Grosbeaks in a roadside rendezvous…
Category: Nature
Redstarts and a family frenzy
Musing on the breeding season frenzies of black redstarts, flycatchers that migrate to high-altitude Himalaya 🏔️, Markha Valley, Ladakh 🇮🇳
Deserts and a night ponder…
Deserts, embodying deep time, and contradictions in the contrast between day and night… musing on deserts, a walk up to Mount Sinai, Egypt
Marmots and their dreamy domain…
One could say marmots live on hope, embarking on their long hibernations… musing on a long-tailed marmot, Markha valley, Ladakh 🇮🇳
Redshank and its ruminative rummage…
Waders have a life of contrast, traversing continents only to ferret in shallow ponds… musing on a common redshank, Sambhar, Rajasthan 🇮🇳
Jirds and a plucky existence…
Jirds are quintessential rodents, but beneath the timid exterior, they’re plucky… musing on an Indian desert jird 🐀, Sambhar, Rajasthan 🇮🇳
Chukar and its pining…
Musing on a Chukar partridge (Alectoris chukar), Markha valley, Ladakh, India
Pikas and their peekaboo
Pikas bring a sense of activity to the higher climes, weaving a string of momentariness around rocks brooding in geological time… perpetually restive in their disposition as they scurry, stop and shirk, manicuring the meadows with their hurried nibbles, carving abodes beneath taluses… humbled by the mountain, yet humbling it as well… musing on a long-eared pika, Markha valley, Ladakh, India
Buzzards and their humble buzz…
It is poignant yet gratifying, watching buzzards subsist… the singleness of purpose, the precision of velocity, a panache to the glutton, epitomes of acuity… musing on a long-legged buzzard, Sambhar Lake, Rajasthan, India
Agamas and their constant scuttles…
Agamas either creep or scamper, not just literally but also in the canvas on one’s vision… appearing in one corner of the eye and then scampering to the other as if being playful… penning this on a winter morning, one can empathize with their never ending quest for sunshine, the fate of all poikilotherms… you’ll …