Whenever you have that feeling, or worse – knowingly accede, that you are nearing to be a self-proclaimed pompous personage with a haughty know-all illusive air of being utterly proficient in the entire domain of nature photography, it would, in my considered opinion, not be unwise to revisit some of those fanciful presumptions of having … Continue reading A Desired Mini Vet(ting)
A native of Brazil, the Cashew was introduced to Goa by the Portuguese in the middle of the 16th century. Though the other Portuguese imports such as potatoes, tomatoes and pineapples immediately caught the fancy of the Indian palate, the cashew took some time in coming into the limelight. Basically because the cashew was brought … Continue reading “Ca-shew” Like It!
As amber hues light up the dawn and black gives way to clear blue, the paddy fields rise grinning bright though laden fair with sparkling dew, as gilded rays of warmth arrive in reverence the heads of panicles drop, the sun then beams and blesses them for a healthy and abundant crop. – Narendra Nayak … Continue reading Sun-blessed!
Some seek shallow wetlands, or meadows lush and open, yet others quest for canopies, deep woods treeline unbroken, with sustenance abundant, and safety of the brood, where roosting is so carefree, with no one to intrude. Does such a haven exist still, they soar to strive and find, Flying afar their search unbound, yet tired … Continue reading Will The Silhouettes Fade?
The army climbed the cashew tree, their goal to make the colony grow, the workers set off upon the leaves, pull them bend them heave ho, the nurses brought the larvae on, gently coaxed for the silk to flow, edges glued leaves stuck together, the new home was now good to go. Intruders dare not … Continue reading The F‘ant’astic Weaver!
As a glad goodbye to the sweltering sun the dusty heated village bade, a gentle breeze came waving by a rousing promise of respite it made. The winds carried their clout aloft to push the sombre clouds away, thus was set the stage tonight for a magical dawn on the morrow lay. The night aged … Continue reading Mother’s Jewels
“Bzzzz bzzz bzz!” … “whirr whirrr whir?” … “hmmm hm hmm!!” … the gathering was raucous and the cacophony hung above the pasture like a disagreeable smog. “Silence in the grasslands, please. I now call this meeting to order”, Sylph the Damselfly called out, her piercing voice ringing out into the swarm of some hovering, … Continue reading Damsels and Dragons