Fanning the Tale

As the Koel shuffled away clumsily, glad to be rid of me,I was sure my muse by then had, taken that time to flee.Expecting disappointment, I turned to the Terminalia tree,behold the Fantail yet there, playing with its prey in glee. As I raised the lens to focus, back on the fanned out tail,it gobbled … Continue reading Fanning the Tale

Yours, Suspiciously

I have a lingering suspicion that some species of birds have long conspired to make photographers look as silly as a goose (why do I get a feeling that geese must be on the board of directors of that conglomerate!?). OK, truce. As silly as a sheep, then (I will tackle this when I get … Continue reading Yours, Suspiciously

Featherweights!

The moment was at hand, the feed to appear soon,when water would be filled, millet seeds be strewn.Eager were the sparrows, for breakfast at first light,quite busy the day ahead, for chatter and some flight. Then whooshed in two greens, screeching beaks of red,flapping hovering threatening, keen to steal the bread.The sparrows chirped and cheeped, … Continue reading Featherweights!

Of Verdurous Preserves

(A Haiku spotlighting fragile habitats) She flutters about,a new lifecycle awaits,a mother’s instinct. For the precise host,and the only sustenance,scouring the coppice. Misfortune beckons,thickets touched by human greed,a sparse foliage. Tired wings stagger,time and vigour on the wane,unbending instinct. A forsaken nook,of stunted hardy herbage,a singular host. Eggs promise new life,The past gladly ebbs away,Axe … Continue reading Of Verdurous Preserves

The Sparrow’s Tongue

The lockdown threw us off routine in our lives,making us do things not quite for the archives.While you may hear stories serious off the graph,Bet you haven’t read a tale as this worthy a laugh. With home arrest the outdoor view got restricted,and so did the species of birds to which addicted.Left on the list … Continue reading The Sparrow’s Tongue

Perspective

https://youtu.be/cIIdgtdebZE One hesitant step,then move forward other feet,on with the scramble. Over shrivelled wood,treading splintered jagged bark,yet firm strides onward. Passage treacherous,vulnerable though wary,despite camouflage. Intent on the crown,where winds serenade lithe boughs,shade and sustenance. Thus progresses life,myopic yet far sighted,in a perspective! – Narendra Nayak © 2020

In Passing…

A moist spattering,trickling down the soft petals,awash with fragrance. Dribbling onto leaves,soaking viridescent blades,steeped in herby scent. The bland inception,an aromatised journey,headed to dirt drenched! [Featuring: Madagascar periwinkle (Catharanthus roseus) taking delight in a light drizzle] – Narendra Nayak © 2020

Crisis and a Chrysalis

(The CombatAnt Chronicles) Prologue: In “A(i)n’t Just a Rant!” you read how CombatAnt fearlessly attacked a sparrow (or rather, its beak) who came pecking at a mound of boiled rice that Team Beta on foraging duty was in the process of raiding. In the ruckus, CombatAnt left the scene of action clinging on to the … Continue reading Crisis and a Chrysalis

The Rant A(i)n’t Over!

BrilliAnt was in a soup. At least in her dreams a few hours back, she was merrily floating on a leaf in a vast pool of green pea soup – a nutrient-rich haven (5% protein by the aroma, no less, mind you!). But now, back at work, that pleasant dream had turned into a stinking … Continue reading The Rant A(i)n’t Over!