It was a normal afternoon at Rishi Valley. Fairly hot and buzzing with bird activity. The Yellow-billed Babblers were really coming in strongRead More Birding in the Garden
You still remember the scent of crushed leaves basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water. The inviting aroma of dead leaves would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day. It was the time of farewells and goodbyes, tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone. At […]Read More Dead Leaves
My father scanned them with bird’s eyes
Choosing, observing and patient.Read More The Book Family.
Puny claws locked in metal holes
Basking in the shadeRead More The Sunbird.
Across other leaves
Who quiver in inconsistent synchronyRead More Warbler leaf.