It’s been a while since my last post here. Life, as it often does, took the front seat. Some important personal commitments and my son’s college admission kept me occupied over the past few weeks. The good news is that he’s now settled into his engineering course, and things are finally beginning to ease up on the home front.
In between the whirlwind, I did manage a short birding visit to Muthanallur Lake with a friend. It wasn’t a particularly eventful outing, nothing spectacular to report, and honestly, I didn’t quite feel the pull to sit down and write about it then.
But with a bit more breathing room now, I thought it’s time to slowly return to the blogosphere. This post may not be the most exciting comeback, but consider it a warm-up lap. Thanks for sticking around and do bear with me while I find my rhythm again!
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The view that greeted us at 7:20 AM – calm, green, and quietly beautiful. A bit late by birding standards, but the place still felt like a gentle welcome back.
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A White-throated Kingfisher perched on a bare branch was calling into the morning stillness.
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The morning light filtered through the branches as a Baya Weaver hovered mid-air. Nesting season was in full swing, and the artistry already in progress.
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Perched on a wire under the open sky, this Red-rumped Swallow paused just long enough for a quick portrait. “Okay fine, one quick photo... but then I’ve got skies to slice!”
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The palm stood like a high-rise, dotted with Baya Weaver nests in various stages, some freshly woven, others still under construction.
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We watched the Baya Weaver males hard at work, meticulously weaving nests and putting on their best aerial displays to impress the choosy females.
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Some are just beginning. Wisps of grass, early loops, foundation laid.
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Before the moody adult look sets in, the Pied bushchat rocks a speckled outfit and innocent eyes. A brief but beautiful chapter in their journey to adulthood.
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Red-Wattled Lapwing flying in with its favorite question: “Did he do it?!”
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Plain Prinia: small frame, big attitude, louder than your neighbour’s TV.
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If birds had job titles, this one was clearly site supervisor. Helmet on, feathers fluffed, and probably wondering why the younger weavers were slacking off.
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Black tie, chestnut vest, and a white undercoat. Clearly no one told this little munia it was a casual morning.
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Not flashy, not loud, the White-rumped Munia prefers a quiet perch in the shadows, blending in until you really start looking.
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Tiny, dusty, and a little unsure, but with those eyes, they already know how to pause hearts.
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For a bird that rarely sits still, this Red-rumped Swallow offered an unusually patient portrait.
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One half leafy, one half bare; a tree in quiet duality, standing somewhere between retreat and renewal.
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And that wraps up this slow return to the blog. Nothing too dramatic this time — just familiar birds, quiet corners, and a bit of space to pause and take it all in.
To my fellow bloggers and readers, I owe you a small apology. I’ve been away longer than intended, not just from writing, but also from reading, visiting, and engaging with your posts. Life pulled me offline for a while, but I hope to catch up gradually, and I truly appreciate your continued presence and patience.
Until next time, thank you for being here. Do leave a comment if something in this post resonated with you. It always means a lot.
