This fever was acquired during a Butterfly Survey at Satpura after an introduction to the Blues family of butterflies by Ashok Sengupta. Ashok gripped the audience with anecdotes of butterflying and keyed in individual butterfly species of the Blues family. Each butterfly picture was deciphered by the dots and dashes positioned between the veins, their presence or absence and their intensities in Morse coding. These puzzles challenged naturalists and left them in speculated conversations and uncompromising wars. Ever since these identification keys were pointed out we Forsyth’s naturalists have been pointing cameras to Cupids, Blues, Pierrots to record rare ones.
Of the many fevers a naturalist could get, ‘Blues fever’ is the strangest. This makes pupils sway rapidly and eyes squint, makes them walk on haunches and their communications turn into Morse code.
Dawn – a guest, spent a couple of days in Pachmarhi reserve a year ago and she walked with me to Twynam’s pool, an old English swimming pool, now used by local kids during summer and regularly by Skittering frogs, Keelback snakes, Darners and many mammals to sip Twynam out. Dawn cancelled all her plans and spent the whole day around this area for its diversity of native host plants, right amount of light on butterflies basking and the mud-puddling areas. This is one of the beautiful places to watch fast fliers for a long time. Pansies, Eggflies, Nawabs, Barons, Baronets, Silverlines, Oakblues, Yellows and other fellows, either take turns or choose a common spot and stretch their wings for a few minutes while they probe for minerals.