Musing on the Great Indian Bustard, a ground-dwelling bird species found only in the Indian subcontinent which is critically endangered today.
Going gentle into that good night: The Great Indian Bustard
Tag: desert
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 🇮🇳
Through nights Abrahamic…
For a country holding one of the world’s oldest civilizations, and mummies, within its bosom, ‘twas a rather cruel irony to be holed up in a swanky resort town… freshly paved sidewalks, functional fountains and free shuttles… busy doling out rhetoric in another quintessentially exasperating environmental conference proclaiming to be humanity’s (and the planet’s) last …
Housekeepers, the avian kind…
Housekeepers is what comes to mind when one looks at the smaller birds prancing about the terra firma or waiting pensively at the waterside… while the raptors and mammals go about their mauling, impaling, tearing and digging like teenagers, leaving a seeming mess in their wake, the little ones tend to go about their business …
a desert drawl…
desert … arid, dryness… dehydration, oasis… the sands are, for obvious reasons, representative of desolation, dreariness and despondence… a rite of passage beyond which lie many a virtue – justice, fame, wealth, enlightenment… the ramblings on enjoying the journey rather than the destination doesn’t really ring true in these landscapes though… in the …