Winter Birds at Nandi Hills

 It started with a timely message from a friend. “Nandi Hills birding this month on a weekday would be good. It’s already warming up and weekends there are crazy.” That was reason enough to plan an early morning escape.

We reached Nandi Hills at sunrise, cameras ready and expectations quietly high. What followed was a gentle reality check. Being a hill station, the birds clearly preferred a slower start to the day. Activity was minimal in the morning and patience was tested as we waited things out. Peak movement only kicked in closer to noon and built up around 1 PM. Not exactly how most sunrise birding stories begin.

A slightly frustrating start, yes. But persistence paid off. Once the forest finally woke up, the action made up for the slow beginning. By the end of the day, we walked back tired, satisfied and carrying a pretty decent haul.

Here are some frames from a day that began slow and ended on a very rewarding note.

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As the mist hung over the valley, warbler calls echoed through the trees. We could hear them clearly, but spotting them was a completely different story.

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Before the forest fully woke up, the moon gave us one last soft goodbye.

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Soft morning light greeted us at the nursery area, a known winter migrant zone. Thankfully, the authorities have preserved this space really well. Only birdwatchers are allowed inside and the noisy tourist rush is kept away, which makes a huge difference. It easily stands out as one of the calmest and most bird friendly corners of Nandi Hills.

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Our birding day finally kicked off with this Puff-throated Warbler, quietly working its way through the leaf litter.

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Then the light decided to steal the spotlight.

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A tempting pomelo that tested our self control more than the slow birding morning.

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Soon after, this Red-throated Flycatcher walked right into our frame, instantly making the slow morning feel better.

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By now the forest had fully woken up. Sunlight streamed through the canopy and the nursery area started feeling alive, both with sound and movement.

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After all the moving shadows and leaves, this Hume’s Warbler finally sat still long enough for a proper frame.

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Moss, fresh leaves and morning moisture turned every branch into a miniature forest.

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By 11 AM, bird activity in the nursery area had still not kicked in and hunger had started making itself very noticeable. We decided to climb up to the top for breakfast, hoping to pick up a few birds along the way, and then return to the nursery area after giving it some time to warm up.

While climbing up, this tailorbird popped up along the trail, showing off multiple angles before finally letting us move on.

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After breakfast, we walked around the Nehru Nilaya area and were greeted by this perched Black Drongo keeping watch over the gardens.

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Among the soft purple flowers, this Purple-rumped Sunbird added its own splash of drama and colour.

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Just as we were heading back down, this male Red-breasted Flycatcher decided to stop us in our tracks.

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When we returned to the nursery area, bird activity had finally come alive. A male Indian Blue Robin walked past us on the trail, glowing in the soft forest light.

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Not far away, a female appeared too, completing the scene beautifully.

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And just when we thought things were settling down, a Blue-capped Rock Thrush turned up.

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A White-cheeked Barbet made an appearance.

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We also spotted a Grey Wagtail working the grassy patches nearby.

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That Blue-capped Rock Thrush really decided to stay and pose.

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The Verditer Flycatcher only offered a partial glimpse before disappearing into the foliage.

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The female Red-breasted Flycatcher made a brief appearance, delicate and understated but equally charming.

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A Grey-bellied Cuckoo appeared briefly, perching calmly on an open branch before disappearing into the canopy.

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A Blue-capped Rock Thrush perched on a gnarled tree trunk, giving us a beautiful, unobstructed view.

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And just when we thought the nursery had given all it could, an Orange-headed Thrush turned up, busy hunting, posing and posing again.

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The Red-breasted Flycatcher clearly enjoyed the attention and continued to pose patiently, hopping between perches and giving us plenty of chances to frame those tiny details.

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Seemed like a 'birds of a feather' moment again, this time with another blue and orange beauty, the Tickell’s Blue Flycatcher.

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Just when the flycatchers’ meet was getting interesting, the king made his grand entry, the male Indian Paradise Flycatcher.

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A final frame of the Red-breasted Flycatcher, using the bench for a sense of scale.

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Nandi Hills once again proved why patience matters so much in birding. Some days test you. Others surprise you. And once in a while, you get lucky enough to experience both on the same day.

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Jayamangali at Dawn

The first birding trip of 2026 kicked off with a simple plan and good company. A friend and I headed to Jayamangali Blackbuck Sanctuary, hoping the grasslands would be generous, and they were.

The blackbucks made us work a bit for our sightings, appearing in pockets, striking poses, sprinting across the frame, and occasionally stealing the show once we finally spotted them. The birds did not disappoint either. Perched, hopping, flying, and occasionally judging us from a branch, they added plenty of colour and character to the morning. Add a Wolf Moon and a beautiful sunrise, and it felt like a pretty good way to start the year.

Here are a few moments from a relaxed and rewarding morning in the grasslands.

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We started early, really early. A 4 am departure so we could reach Jayamangali Blackbuck Sanctuary by sunrise. A bit of construction on our usual route meant a small detour, but no complaints there. It was a supermoon morning, and we stopped exactly once, just long enough to frame the Wolf Moon before continuing on our way.

Some mornings tell you you are off to a good start even before you reach your destination.

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A lone male blackbuck was our very first sighting, standing quietly in the haze even before the sun managed to peek out.

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The sun finally appeared as a pale disc through the mist, turning the grasslands soft and silent for a few brief moments before the day properly began.

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We drove ahead, hunting for a foreground, and the sun politely waited while a tree stepped into the frame.

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A little patience and a bit of positioning later, the sun slipped neatly behind a bare branch, glowing warm against the morning haze.

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A lone blackbuck doe emerged from the mist, pausing just long enough to remind us how softly the morning was unfolding.

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A male blackbuck stood alert in the grass, his spiralled horns cutting clean lines against the muted colours of the morning.

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The sun climbed higher, burning through the haze and setting the grasslands aglow in warm golden light.

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My friend suggested we head to the lake inside the forest first, hoping the golden hour would bring the birds out before the day warmed up.

En route, a Grey Francolin crossed our path, pausing briefly as if to check whether we were worth the interruption.

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The lake, much to our shock, was completely dry, but the disappointment did not last long. A Eurasian Hoopoe stepped in, working the ground and nearby branches, more than making up for the missing water.

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Soon enough, another Eurasian Hoopoe joined in, turning a solitary sighting into a neatly framed pair against the open sky.

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A Laughing Dove, calm and unhurried, soaking in the morning light.

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A Purple Sunbird, briefly lighting up the branch before moving on.

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A Small Minivet, bright and unmistakable against the muted greens.

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A Brahminy Starling, neatly perched and unbothered by our presence.

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A Eurasian Collared Dove, watching quietly from its perch.

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A Red-rumped Swallow, pausing briefly before taking off again.

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A female Indian Robin, understated but full of character.

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A Jungle Babbler, ever alert and keeping an eye on things from above.

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As the day warmed up, we turned our focus back to the blackbucks before they slipped away into the shade.

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Watching them blend into the grass.

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A Long-tailed Shrike, calmly surveying the grassland.

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A Yellow-wattled Lapwing, standing its ground in the open.

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The grasslands slowly filled up, with small groups appearing, moving, pausing, and then breaking into those effortless runs they are known for.

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A burst of speed, and suddenly the grassland was in motion.

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A Large Grey Babbler, standing tall against the blue sky.

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The adult male stood apart, quietly keeping an eye on everything.

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A Blue-tailed Bee-eater, bright and unmistakable against the sky.

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The Indian Bushlark closed the day.

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By the time we turned back, the haze was gone and the heat was setting in. It had been one of those mornings where everything came together without trying too hard.

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