Posts Tagged 'migratory'

the indian flying fox

Posted by on 08 Jul 2009 | Category: photography, prakriti

Quite¬†often we have special visitors to our backyard. Just that we need to keep our eyes and ears open ūüėĮ

indian flying fox, pteropus giganteus

This is a fruit bat, the indian flying fox, pteropus giganteus, which must have strayed off from its flight path, in search of nectar from the banana blossoms.

Bats of the genus pteropus (known as fruit bats or flying foxes) are the largest bats in the world. They feed on nectar, pollen and fruits. They don’t have the echolocation characteristcs which their relatives – the microbats have. Compensating for that, they have a better developed¬†olfactory perception (smelling ability)¬†and eyesight. They also use their claws effectively, as you can see in the picture, for moving from branch to branch or grabbing its food. Probably a lot of plants and trees depend on such fruit bats for their pollination and propagation.

indian flying fox, pteropus giganteus

fruit bat, pteropus giganteus

Looks like a dog, eh? Nov 2007 @ home, Kottayam, Kerala, India.

fruit bats at mangalavanam, kochi

1, 2, 3, GO! Sept 2005 @ mangalavanam sanctuary, Kochi, Kerala, India. The sanctuary is a host to a variety of migratory birds, mangroves and mangrove life and fruit bats too.

fruit bats at mangalavanam, kochi

A large flock of fruitbats at the mangalavanam sanctuary, Kochi. Sept 2005.

those days with mickey and CMS college

Posted by on 15 Dec 2005 | Category: Uncategorized

Years later, today I tried to retrace the path I once used to take so often. My passion of birds and nature ¬¶I used to go with mickey to the nearby ‘parambu’,,,,those days.. we spent a lot of time there watching just nothing.
Today again I sat at the same spot from where I used to watch and study the ‘golden backed woodpecker’ at its nest and the ‘small green barbet’ bringing feed to its chicks.. I used to sit there endlessly, without changing my pose, the mosquitoes used to suck out my blood.. those two palm trees which gave life to those birds and me are not there now and it was already dark that the birds had disappeared to their nests. But I still love the place. It was there I found those hundreds of migratory ‘munias’. It was there I always went for some company of my mother nature. It was there I first found the ‘Indian pitta’. When did I stop going there? I want to revive all those days.. obviously everything stopped when I joined cusat and then I didn’t have any time to go anywhere. You know one thing, my dreams used to fill up with birds than with girls when I was in cms. u’ve seen the campus there. Therez lot of forest around, which was my ideal place and I used to get lost in it, forgetting everything else. Once I got the long hide of a snake, which I took to the hostel and put in the cupboard. One of the guys came, opened it and was shaken to his toenails that he never stopped calling me names for that!

Sept 28, 2002

mickey died, june 2004. i cudnt be with him in his last days and cud only cry from here.now am growing  a feeling that hez always with me, playing around me

after she left again for czek

Posted by on 15 Dec 2005 | Category: Uncategorized

after she left again for czek

It’s paining to love a flower
And see it falling off the next day
It’s paining to love a rain
And see it all vanishing into the ground
More paining is to love a migratory bird
It flutters and dances before his eyes
Conquers his head and heart
A few days become his whole life
And then she flies away hastily
To the warmer areas of Europe
Each day he awakened to her call
Each day his chest warmed her feathers
An addict he became
An addict of her musical notes (laughs)
An addict of her overflowing love
An addict of her enchanting colors
No, he won’t cry
No, he won’t even strain a nerve
All his animation gone
For she was his only play mate
All his colors gone
His face no longer reflect light pink
His eyes no more see nature’s green
For she took away the color box with her