The Waterhole Diaries…. A photo Essay
The
Waterhole Diaries….
A photo
Essay
All humans
have an inherent drive towards seeking the path of absolute contentment, and in
its pursuit they try and discover the plethora of unknown pleasures that takes
them towards an eternal drive of venturing into the mystical world of Nature.
Mine took me
to a waterhole deep in the heart of Tiger country as I spent about 3 full days in
the company of some very pretty native forest birds. I lead wildlife trips for
a living and with back to back trips in Tadoba Tiger Reserve, a wildlife
reserve known for excellent sightings of Tiger in the wild, I had my work cut
out. Let’s start with day temperatures of 45 degrees Celsius and above. Mentally
prepared for an extremely challenging trip of the year with around 25 safaris
over 15 days, I was holed up in a cozy homestay in Mohurli viallage and had a
short break of 3 days between group arrivals and had planned to do some solo
safari trips. An afterthought somehow compelled me to skip the safaris and just
take it easy. But as destiny would have it, I woke up at 5 am due to my usual
routine and headed for a walk around the Mohurli lake with my camera hoping to
capture some shots of the country side.
As I walked
past the village closer to the jungle, an eerie screeching sound took my
attention and the sounds led me to a huge colony of fruit bats on a Phycus
tree. I took some shots amidst the deafening noise. On a narrow trail that
joined the Mohurli village and the Junona buffer zone I heard what was the
unmistakable call of the Indian Pitta and as I followed it through the dense
thicket, it led me to a small waterhole. I spent some time observing different
birds that came to the waterhole for a drink or just to cool off. Counted
almost 32 species in a span of 3 hours before it got too hot for me to sit.
I decided to
spend the next 2 days at the waterhole. Not having carried my tripod as birding
was never on the cards, I innovated and made a makeshift tripod out of 3 bamboo
logs and placed a bag full of raw barley that gave the much needed support to
my 500mm lens.
Live the
moments I spent at this waterhole through some of the pictures here...
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Tickell's blue flycatcher.
Similar to the monarch this one too is a passerine from the flycatcher family. Named after British ornithologist Samuel Tickell, this bird can be easily spotted through its typical metallic call.
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The Jacobin Cuckoo.
Also known as the Pied Cuckoo this bird is the most vocal during the end summer months. Hence also known as the harbinger of rain
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The Asian Paradise Flycatcher.
A treat to the eyes and a subject of great interest for bird photographers, I was lucky to spot and capture both the Male in his breeding plumage and the female. Literally like a Fairy Tail...
"Birds don't recognize borders... I'd say there is a lot
to learn from them!"
to learn from them!"
Woo..what a feel here..Superb write up brother...TFS
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