It is disgraceful to stumble twice against the same stone...
but its a Dee to do it thrice...!!!
Saturday Feb 19th 6:00 AM: Where do you see yourself on this particular day at this time of the hour??
Mountain climbing ascending up to the top along with the rising sun.. Running the eleventh mile with tired but unrelenting legs inching forward.. Pumping every drop of sweat and energy into moulding that muscular shape.. Ok. lets take dreams out of the equation. Possibly curled up in your bed snoring frothing scratching your bum...
But as a birder you are either yawning as you drive, stretching out in the woods or sipping Irani chai..
This time it was Blue Sea, Secunderabad and the place was crowded with jackets and shades with people inside them.. Obviously there were motor-bikes scattered all over the place and right under the no-parking signs. But its 6 in the morning the first hour of the day and you want to sip tea not follow rules.. and on the last hour of the day have a beer and not follow rules. May be they should change the sign to no-parking from 12 midnight to 6 AM.. the rest of the hours its the chaos called life where you dont bother to read the signs and signals... But I digress...
Its so true that the mind shows only what you want to see.. I could see the jackets because I was wearing one.. the shades because I forgot to take mine and bikes because for the first time we are going for a birding trip on a bike..
It took less than an hour for us to reach the destination a transition from the highways to the muddy roads in between the fields.. from a warm summer morning to a cold foggy winter morning.. The sky was blushing pink and the vast canopy of pink and blue spread over the abundance of green filled the sight awaiting the arrival of the orange sun.. And he did arrive in style.. staring right into the eye.. the golden rays streaming through the layers of misty white fog peeling it layer by layer and unveiling the beauty that lied within.. The beauty hidden and guarded by the night sky and brought to display under the reign of his golden rays.. The calls of birds lend music to this theatrical display and the picturesque scene was etched into the memory.. (The camera had trouble for the lack of proper lens but there is always a next time..!!)
The dramatic display came to a conclusion with a crescendo of bird calls paving way to the business of stalking. The stalkers were getting the equipment ready for the dirty job. The job to secretly follow the birds, pry into their private lives, photograph their flights, feeding, preening, courtship displays and sometimes mating and publish them on social websites and nature-lover sites without their consent..
The muddy road ran parallel to a stream that was completely covered with water plants barring a few patches where the ducks resided.. There were wet muddy grass fields in between the stream and the road.. The fields were divided into boxes with elevated boundaries. To get close to the ducks one had to walk along these boundaries that only had space for one average Joe foot.
No surprise that we decided to take up this daunting task.. With a heavy camera on one hand and pair of binoculars on the other we disco-danced our way through the fields hugging a tree that obstructed our way to get through it.. hugging a moment longer as my legs were not long enough and trying not give any false impression (i love trees.. they give us shade, provide shelter to so many birds and I will always voice my support for its survival.. but thats it.. thats where I draw the line..) finally we crawl as close as possible imagining our clumsy movements as the stealth of a ninja, drawing our cameras out to trap the birds and before you know it the birds take flight..
Reality check, ninja uniforms striped its business as usual for the stalkers.. The flock always knew our presence.. perhaps they enjoyed our little drama.. tree hugging, twinkle toes.. and they always know the right moment to douse our flimsy hopes.. A few of them feel pity for us and strike a pose or two to keep us happy.. but more often than not we only see the back of these birds in flight in our viewfinders..
With failure sitting heavy on our shoulders we decided to tread back and may be out of dejection or just for the heck of it we use an alternative path. Our first obstacle required us to make a sprint to land on a patch circled with muddy water.. It looked easy and without any further thinking I made the leap.. jump-land-slip-oops-regain balance just in time.. everything was as it had been no leaf turned no puddles disturbed except for the birds who were far far away on the stream sharing the anecdote with their pals.. we continued along the elevated path watching every step and one step strayed a little off the safe zone losing control over the footing and dragging my feet along with the rest of the body into the field. The camera landed in the muddy water and looked like it was garnished with creamy chocolate sauce.. (the pictures are posted on fb that says its working fine..) There was chocolate sauce strewn over one of the sneakers and the denims but the rest of the attire was as is... My colleague and I started cleaning the camera and once the traces of sauce and water drops were wiped off we got back on the track.. Little I realized that the last two falls were only but a rehearsal for the grand fall and the rules of ill-fate dictates that a fall is only complete when you land ankle deep in the pit with the sneakers and denims smeared with chocolate sauce and face flushing with strawberry sauce.. The laws of misfortune took over and the inevitable happened.. With a little help from my colleague life at the fields and I moved on.. but the hugging tree took pleasure at my predicament and I could hear the hollow sound of laughter when I was crossing over...
The dirty job demands us to embrace dirt and carry it along with us (I did the same during the rest of the trip).. but now when I think of it limping across the hall (I did sprain my ankle and only realized after getting home) and staring at the wall.. they are only incidents that are catalogued in the memory under the category of things I thoroughly enjoyed doing...
A link to some of the photos...
https://picasaweb.google.com/112750315081887466810/Increal18Feb11?authkey=Gv1sRgCL6pntXFzLDbWw