Human(un)kind

In a verdant forest rich and thick, choicest berries and nectar to pick, Jocosus spied in olive and yellow, dazed and soaked who’s this fellow? You look like me except the hues, but suffering quite a case of blues, whence you from, whither bound, don’t mind but never seen around. I am Gularis from the … Continue reading Human(un)kind

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Eggs, Yay!

Day 14, for my pair of sparrows, started off as any other during their nest-building effort – routine, with all standard operating procedures firmly in place. But as dusk neared I could sense a difference. Every evening the female would go round the nest checking that all six sides were secure (somehow it reminded me … Continue reading Eggs, Yay!

Mocked by a Mocking Bird!

Atop a verdant hillock, beneath the rising sun, looking down on tree tops, my vigil had begun. Ticking off the bird calls, all expected by far, suddenly a screeching call, loud and bizarre. On the southern slopes, I set my sight in search, and there it was riotously, calling from its perch. Quickly from the … Continue reading Mocked by a Mocking Bird!

Nothing Rhymes with Orange!

Gazing at the tall Indian beech, I thought I saw a hint of peach, amidst the lush leaves of green, was that a touch of tangerine? Into the thickets it had gone, chasing a shade of persimmon, if it was to be a whistling parrot, why did I see a hue of carrot? Was it … Continue reading Nothing Rhymes with Orange!

The Sentinel

A profusion of clumsy rustling on a carpet of dry leaves under the scrubby vegetation somewhere to my left told me that I was in luck. And as the collective patter of feet came closer, my eyes naturally began to scan the tops of the scrawny trees which, with their few green boughs, would be … Continue reading The Sentinel

A Firm Be“leaf”!

A budding growth of tender blush, li’l red sprouts on the underbrush, thus I was born with brethren few, rush of life on a green bough new. We slowly turned a verdant green, growing and flaunting a silky sheen, seasons came on and bade goodbye, we stood through all wet cold or dry. Some were … Continue reading A Firm Be“leaf”!

The Magpie Calls

Just as the warm colours lit up the dawn, up from my catnap I started with a yawn; preening my feathers I primed each wing, eager to be off lest my mates should sing. From perch to perch through tangled bush, with low short calls startled prey to ambush; fat juicy critters, ’hoppers, ’pillars and … Continue reading The Magpie Calls