One could say marmots live on hope, embarking on their long hibernations… musing on a long-tailed marmot, Markha valley, Ladakh 🇮🇳
Marmots and their dreamy domain…
Tag: biodiversity
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 🇮🇳
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 …
Kang Yatse 1 – Icy domes and dusty roads
There’s stasis on the face of it as one looks at the panorama from a mountaintop on a clear morning… all the snow-covered peaks and glaciers spewing out of their cold slopes brooding deep till the sun warms them up into frothing rivers down below… somewhere between the transition of ice into water, the elements …
Dark clouded yellow and sunny mornings…
Perhaps no one enjoys basking in the sun more than butterflies … there’s that moment, it seems, when the momentariness of their adult life, or the fear of myriad predators queuing up for a morsel, is all forgotten as they spread the wings out over a perch, wallowing in an infinite warmth of the sun …
Ghats in their monsoon lush…
Ghats are one of those landscapes that overwhelm the senses, the lush tropical mountains steeped in flora and fauna, many of whom have these regions as their only domicile, defying the quintessential interconnectedness of a world forever in flux, espousing exclusivity instead… whether thrashing through the forests, treading the criss-cross trails amidst tea gardens or …
Flycatchers and their fidget…
Flycatchers often seem bound by invisible tethers… zeroing in on a branch and launching rapid sallies from there again and again to pluck food out of the air, all in a theatrical lasting a few minutes at the most… always fidgety, their restive disposition making the onlooker feel the same after a while… they are …