I am no Henry David Thoreau but every pond of Haryana is a Walden Pond. There is no Ganga in Haryana, but every water irrigation channel is as sacred as the holy river to me. Nature dresses and undresses my countryside. Every outing is a new illustrated chapter of live birds. My aim is to write my experiences as a birdwatcher's journey in his neighbourhood. And this should be true for other states as well.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
My village pond - Diwali morning
Flowery heads of the tall grasses (Kaans) alluring the weavers and the sparrows.
Some kind of wild rice nourishing Black-headed Munias.
National Bird - looking sad at the noise pollusion on the Diwali.
Woolly-necked Stork - does not trust the mankind.
These are Great Cormorants flying southwards from the North.