Summers are hot and humid in the plains of southern India. It’s a tough season. We sweat, like incompetent lawyers, the moment we step outside our front doors. We feel dehydrated every few minutes. The tar on the road angrily gleams, barbecuing the soles of our feet. Suddenly, the sun assumes that we are all direct descendants of Icarus.
It’s a brutal season for the birders too. Starting mid-April, it won’t be easy to find non-endemic birds. Many will be gone until November. But I am ready for the drouth. I just returned after spending a few days in the Anaimalai Hills. I can handle it. I have enough love in me to take over a small Polynesian Island. I swear that I can turn summer into mango-scented curd.
I had the privilege of spending time with Malabar Trogons and Great Indian Hornbills as they fed their young ones (more on that later this week). I watched Pompadour Green Pigeons flock together for a fruity feast. A darling damsel of a Scarlet Minivet showed up , daring to steal the yellow from the sun that was starting to blush in frightening colours.
A pair of Common Hoopoes stopped by too; not for a second did they take a break from practicing for the fun parts of Cirque Du Soleil.
I also spotted three of the four types of primates in this part of India. A Brown Mongoose as it stalked Red Spurfowls behind tall vines. A Bronze Grass Skink biting and tonguing its way through a plastic bag with its new prized possession – a bloody piece of chicken leg. A pair of young peacocks on the prowl for a world with no cameras. And finally, a herd of Indian Gaurs that cautioned me against loitering in the wilderness.
I came back with lots of memories. Plenty of stories. One or two epiphanies that may or may not have any impact on anything that happens to me in the present or the future. I also came back with the strength to wait for the summer to pass until I can go birding in the hills again.
The birds in south India aren’t fond of summers either. There isn’t enough water for them. They die of heat strokes. Their nests are charred by wildfires. We haven’t made it easy for them, with the wreckage we leave behind in the name of development.
Let’s be nice for a change.
Here are a few things you can do to make this season a little safer for them.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird (1918)
by Wallace Stevens
“Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.”
(Photographs: Atakatty, Valparai, Korangumudi, Parambikulam)
Beautiful
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Thank you (smile)
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🙂
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The opening paragraph is marvellous! And the rest is fantastic 🙂
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Aww thanks Sandeep, very kind! (Smile)
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Very evocative, could feel the heat. Great pictures.
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Merci beaucoup! I hope the photos cooled you down.
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“Let’s be nice for a change.”…a beautiful call Christy…
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A bitter and sheepish one too, Sumana. Thank you!
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Beautiful photos and lovely prose 🙂
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Thank you, serenity!
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🙂
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I appreciate deeply how considerate you have been in penning down tips to help fellow beings survive the summer.
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The pleasure was certainly mine, Priya. It’s been a while since we connected, glad to have you back here!
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🙂 Thank you.
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And it was especially nice to see bees mentioned . Thank you !
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Aww our planet would choke itself to death without these busy bees!
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Very true. You know just a few days back in my art classes , the kids and I spent 3 hours discussing bees, watching documentaries , and drawing them. To reconnect with you , through this particular post, feels good 🙂
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That’s wonderful to hear, P. Perhaps, you could share some of the sketches on your blog. I would love to seem them!
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Thanks for your enthusiasm, it is extremely encouraging 🙂 🙂 Yep, that is the plan. I have started another blog for the classes exclusively , but I will be re-posting on Prayaas as well. https://thesummerblossoms.wordpress.com/observations-and-learnings/ideas/ is the link, am slowly putting up all the work .Needless to say, will keep you posted .
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Following your inspiring blog priyashasharma! Beautiful indeed. 😍
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As a birder who has seen almost all of America’s bird I can appreciate the wonderful photographs of exotic birds I otherwise may never see. Oh, but now I have. 😍🎶🎶🎶
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That’s supercalifragilistically great to hear, Jeanne! What’s the prettiest bird you have spotted in your country?
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There is no bird that comes to mind, as exotic and colorful. The ones i love here are magical in song, the mourning coos of doves and loons. The head-tapping funny birds seeking dinner. Oooh, they give house owners headaches. Then there are birds enormous in myth, like ravens and eagles. I much like the friendliness of chickadees snd tufted titmice. And then the spring Robin, promises of winter over, when spotted, brings good cheer!! Actually, perhaps the oriole and indigo bunting may just have a running with India’s birds. 😄🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
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What a gorgeous list of birds. The indigo bunting looks like it fell out of a painting ❤
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Wow. These photos, like so many beautiful things, make me want to return to India.
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You should, Jamie. Come back in a few months, when the Indian summer bids farewell. Where have you been to over here?
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Beautiful pictures
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»It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.«
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Beautifully-crafted, kind sir!
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Crafted a century ago by Wallace Stevens—it’s the quoted poem’s 13th stanza.
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Oh, I’ve missed your posts, Christy! Too long I’ve been gone. Your summer sounds frighteningly a lot like ours, and yes. I too am coming off a fantastic jaunt of birding getting ready for that dreadful month’s long heat (with four kids nipping as well). Enough love? For only an island? You deserve an archipelago! And where do you find these poetic treasures?
PS – Either your photography skills are sharpening, or your subjects are starting to see you as their story-teller. Either way, that pigeon and eagle…I salivate.
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Awww I swear I thought your summers were a lot more pleasant. Don’t the cardinals bring ice cubes for breakfast or something? They certainly love you!
And thank you so much, my dear friend, for the kind words. I hold them close to me, when I write.
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I’m a lawyer, incompetent and sweating profusely in the North Eastern part of India! 😀
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Hehehe I meant no offence. In fact I had this TV drama character from a show called “The Practice” in mind when I referenced it (big smile).
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