Thursday, February 18, 2010

Encouter with a Cobra

An encounter with a classy serpent:

Ever Since I remember there was always one festival which I always waited so eagerly, despite of the fact that  there were no culinary delicacies made on that festival, no new clothes to be bought, no fire crackers to be fired, still this one festival always carried a special significance in my childhood. This used to be the “Nag-panchami”. I use to watch the worship of Snakes done at every home, just to get another glimpse of this fabulous reptile. I use to stand at the corner of our colony and used to ask every snake wrangler to show his snake to me and I would choose only one having a Cobra with him.

Here now while roaming in the jungles of Amba, all my fascinations came true. As soon as we crossed the bushes, the dry leaves made some stacata sounds and on exploring the bushes out came my worst fear and wildest and most beautiful fantasies.  I could not notice anything else apart from the spread hood and the warning hiss of this glorious serpent. My body was shivering and my responses became numb. I was getting hypnotized by the presence of this mystical creature. Another node of the head and a hissing sound made me come back to my senses.

In front of me was one of the most poisonous revered and even worshipped snake in the world, It was a Spectacled Cobra, a spectacled cobra with all his warning mechanisms on. 

The Cobra was all alone by itself and was not sharing the space with any of the gods like Shiva or Vishnu.

I backed off to a safe distance and quickly grabbed a stick so to enhance my safety. My two other friends had moved quite far, and also warned me back off. But I never wanted to let this opportunity let go. 

I wanted to see the rising and mesmerizing swaying movements of that hood in its full glory. 

As I controlled my nerves I decided to take a few snaps of this glory in motion. I asked my friend to come a bit closer and distract the Cobra so that I can take a few snaps. It was done. We decided to leave this wild beauty alone and left the spot (as if we had other choice).

The Cobra gave us a long standing goodbye till the time we were out of its sight.

Thinking about this encounter still gives me shivers in excitement.

I still keep thinking and saying thanks to that Cobra for treating us with his wonderful sighting and for sparing our lives.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Green Bee Eater

Green Bee Eater (Merops Orientalis)

The Green Bee Eaters are one of my favorite species of birds. It is also known as “Hariyala” in northern India. I just love watching this bird in my spare time. Every thing about this bird is gracious, whether its her voice which sounds like jingling of tit- tit. For my preference it sounds like she is saying “Tree- tree“. 




The Bill of this word is quite long in comparison to its body. A long bill has an effective advantage for bee eater as it provides safety from its prey’s bites.





I love the ornamentation on the body of Green Bee eater. The eyes are as if though it uses Mascara (Kajal) apart from a beautiful neck which is ornamented with a prominent black ‘necklace’. 






I have always observed that the bee eater is more of a territorial bird. It mounts itself on a perch and is always on a look out for bees and insects in the air near by as soon as any action gets scanned it launches an aerial sortie after its prey snapping it up in its bill and circling back gracefully on outstretched motionless wings back to its perch where the victim is thrashed to death and gobbled up. 

The Asian Koel:

Although I have posted some close up shots of Asian Koel in my previous postings as well, but this time around I could not resist bringing to notice the eye lid of this bird. Just watch closely the two photographs and you will soon figure out how a membrane like eyelid helps wink this bird.


Friday, February 5, 2010

Check out Save Our Tigers | Join the Roar

Title: Save Our Tigers | Join the Roar

A pledge to all of you to join this Nobel mission so that I can hold fingers of my Kid while he watches the King of the Indian Jungles roaming freely and fearlessly in his Habitat. 
Lets come together and make all those involved in this dirty trade of tiger death realize that our fist is such big that it can knock out there jaws forever.