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Thursday, January 25, 2024

A misty Kannamangala

Mist clung to Kannamangala lake like a jealous lover, swallowing sights, muffling calls. My camera, a useless eye in the greyscale world, hung heavy. I captured some hazy photos in the lake's misty kiss. Here are the pics.




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As usual, I reached the lake just as the sun was cracking open the sky, the scene already painted in a watercolor of mist.



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The fog clung to the lake surroundings like a ghostly shawl, concealing the depths in mystery.



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From a distance, I spotted a gaggle of bird watchers valiantly wielding their lenses, determined to outwit the fog and its feathered captives.



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With patient persistence, an intermediate egret patrolled with its bill poised like a silent promise to any unwary minnow or frog.



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And nearby, a Little Egret mirrored the patient vigil, its own slender bill ready for its next meal.



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An Indian spot-billed duck pair, their chestnut plumage barely visible through the mist, drifted serenely across the still water.



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The mist swallowed the little grebe whole.



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From the heart of the fog emerged a pair of Aylesbury ducks. As they paddled closer, the fog reluctantly conceded, granting me a few moments of clarity.








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Untroubled by my presence, barn swallows chattered and preened on a wire, seemingly shielded from my gaze by the invisible cloak of mist.



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The fog clung stubbornly to the landscape.



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Rose-ringed parakeets, awaited the mist's retreat, their silence a contrast to the symphony of the waking world.




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A lone Asian koel, its charcoal form etched against the mist, perched patiently on a distant branch.



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Further away, a bird sat atop a tree, a possible Rosy Starling.




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The haze thickened.



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A wave of joy washed over me as I glimpsed the common hawk cuckoo, with a Shikra-like gaze surveying its domain. This winter visitor, long unseen, brought back memories of crisp mornings.







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Like a hungry beast gorging on the world, the fog thickened, forcing me to retreat. 



But on the path, its tendrils parted briefly, revealing an Indian pond heron and a juvenile Bronze-winged Jacana stalking it nearby.






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Final pic of the morning when I left, the sun struggling to pierce through the veil of fog.

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Do you think fog adds a layer of mystery and intimacy to birding, or does it frustrate the thrill of the chase? 
Share your thoughts in the comments section below.

Thursday, January 18, 2024

Dawn at Saul Kere

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Early on a holiday Monday, I reached Saul Kere at 7am for a delightful birdwatching adventure. Here are the pics from the brief visit.



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Dawn's blush painted Saul Kere as I arrived.



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I watched a black-winged stilt wading like a tuxedoed dancer in the glassy shallows.








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Wood Sandpipers flitted nervously, tiny feet chasing miniature feasts along the lake edge.





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A white-throated kingfisher, sat perched on a branch, basking in the warmth of the morning sun.



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A booted warbler, like a tiny ambassador from faraway lands, a welcome spark of magic amidst the familiar.




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My binoculars and I waged a battle against the owlet's dry bark camouflage, finally unearthing a sleepy couple, eyelids heavy with slumber.



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An Alexandrine parakeet guarded its new home, a nest hole claimed after kicking out a white-cheeked barbet.



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A male Asian Koel's liquid song, rich and mournful, unfurled like a silver ribbon, touching hearts with its bittersweet melody.



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Despite being the most common bird here, the spotted dove today held a surprising charm.



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The spotted owlet nestled deeper into its perch,  but its beautiful yellow eyes remained veiled by drowsiness.


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An oriental magpie robin, a cascade of clear notes that filled the air.




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Nearby, a tailorbird, a tiny architect of intricate nests, stitched the air with its rapid needle-like chirps.



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My breath caught as the owlet stirred, flitting to another branch. There, in a flash of movement, its eyes flew open.




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In a blur of motion, it launched itself onto a lower branch, wings unfurling, offering a fleeting glimpse of their intricate patterns.



9 am.  The family holiday gathering waited, and off I went. Did you enjoy the post? Let me know in the comments!