Is That Owl You Got?

I am utterly and unapologetically in love with owls. Especially owlets. I think this is our natural bias towards cute animals showing, but honestly? In the case of owls, I couldn't care less. I will chase an LBJ (little brown job; birder slang for nondescript little bird) across the woods but if there's an owl,… Continue reading Is That Owl You Got?


Oh, Shrikes!

We continue with the bird taxonomy lesson/rant with another family on another continent - shrikes. The all-knowing Wikipedia informs me that the name is derived from the Latin word for 'butcher'  - or, at least, its scientific family, Laniidae, is. (Linguist nerds: the Latin word is Lanius, which happily also means executioner.) Now, "butcher" might… Continue reading Oh, Shrikes!


A Wire-tailed Swallow lands on a branch by a lake on my last birding excursion of 2015.

Tit for Tat

A coal tit I spotted in Bangalore this summer perches on a fence. Note: this post is scheduled.


against this sky’s endless canvas, paint your image with your wings: call it a self-portrait in ultraviolet. I've been experimenting a bit with photo-editing lately. This, of a blue-throated bee-eater from a trip to Sungei Buloh quite a few months back, is one of the results. I'm not sure what I make of it -… Continue reading Flight

Long-legged Tchaikovskys

insufferable delicacy infused into the bend of knee, turn of head: a water-borne ballet, beat kept by still water, reflecting this moment then, now, forevermore. This will - finally - be the last of the birds from my trip to the Llobregat Delta in Spain, almost eight months on. (What can I say. I procrastinate.)… Continue reading Long-legged Tchaikovskys

Waders Dressed in White

Two Little Egrets and a lone Grey Heron stalk the shallow waters of Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve, just a few hundred meters from Malaysia.

Creeping Suspicions

I have a creeping suspicion treecreepers are much more interesting than their color scheme and name makes them out to be.

Mallard over Metropolis

Today in quirky bird names, we bring you a Mallard from, you guessed it, Spain. Apparently the name is derived from Old French - from mallart, or wild drake - and also from masle, meaning male. As a female, I am slightly offended by this gendering what is, at the end of the day, a… Continue reading Mallard over Metropolis