I actually wanted to write about a very special event but it is Monday and I am dog tired so I am officially being a chicken and getting out of posting a proper blog with a picture.
In some ways this photograph was more memorable for me than the one of the Indian Roller. One of the birds that you get to see in droves in Kanha are the peafowl. It is a pleasure to watch the feathers of the peacock catch the sun and glint in varied colours.
This particular peacock was standing on a small branch that had fallen on the ground and looking at everything around him (though steadily ignoring the safari jeep with the photographers). The way his tail had so nonchalantly fallen, slightly brushing and contrasting with the dried grass imprinted itself in my head very deeply. My image is but a poor capture of that ephemeral moment (before the peacock sqwaked and ran away that is…)