I’ve been over Sagarmāthā,
winked at wall of death.
Aerial fights with Golden Eagle,
anon the Indian breath.
I’ve raised six Tibetan goslings,
in their mountain lakes.
Our Gander honked to meadows South,
along with other drakes.
Bird watchers count the bars on head,
divide the total by two.
Some are wedded by the rings,
to audit our deadly flu.
I return to higher land for summer,
with just two goslings ringed.
One was shot, another for Hawk,
two were plastic winged.
Jungle ka Mamla September 2021
September The beginning of the season has started with two new species added to the checklist of Satpura Tiger Reserve. The Glassy Tiger by Animesh Manna It was an afternoon when my colleague Saee and I went for a walk in the lodge. While crossing in front of cottage...
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