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Showing posts with label India. Show all posts
Showing posts with label India. Show all posts

Thursday, 20 June 2013

Beach waders and more: Alleppey, Feb'13

Forgive me, it's fairly inexcusable that come June I'm still dining out on February's trip to India but hey, here we are...last one.

I'll wrap it up quickly now and that's fine because, after neglecting my travelling companions while I whistled around Thattekad, the last week or so on the Keralan coast was more about beaches and swimming and memorable encounters in state-run liquor stores than anything else. But that said, I still managed to see some amazing birds, just less effort went into it.

Jungle Owlet (Glaucidium radiatum) Alleppey, Kerala.
I found these two birds in a palm just round the corner from our homestay on an early morning walk. The rufous colouring suggests these are of the Malabar subspecies malabaricum
Nesting in the same palm as the owls was this White-cheeked Barbet (Megalaima viridis), a Western Ghats endemic
Greenshank (Tringa nebularia) Alleppey beach
It was great to watch a good number of wintering Greenshank scurry back and forth in the surf. Hot, sandy beaches and waders are an excellent combination if you ask me...

Greater Sand Plover (Charadrius leschenaultii) Marari beach. Further up the coast at this awesome beach I found several sand plovers, Greater and Lesser, along with a lone Kentish Plover 
Western Reef Egret (dark/blue morph) (Egretta gularis) Marari beach, Feb '13 
Good times, Marari beach, Kerala 2013

The highlight of our stay in Alleppey was an overnight cruise on the backwaters. Boy, did we live up to every possible tourist stereotype but y'know, it was worth it. After an unnecessary amount of haggling, we eventually settled on a boat and a crew whose promise of 5 large, COLD beers had sealed the deal. With that, we set off and kicked back as the world drifted by. We were waited on hand and foot while avian highlights included dozens of Purple swamphens, an Osprey perched briefly, Baya Weaver and more kites, egrets and little cormorants than you could possibly ever imagine. It was heaven.

a House Crow invites itself to tea, Alleppey backwaters cruise
Black Kite (Milvus migrans) Left and Brahminy Kite (Haliastur indus) sharing air time in Fort Cochin, Kerala
Blue-tailed Bee-eater (Merops philippinus) with an ubiquitous Black Kite in the distance. I love this photo.
Our final stop, sort of, was (Fort) Cochin, the capital of Kerala. We stayed in the old town just like the guide book told us to. It was fine, nothing mind blowing but maybe that was just end of trip blues creeping in. I added Common Sandpiper to my beach waders list and admired the squadrons of Blue-tailed bee-eaters in the local park. We ate a nice meal in a place where cockroaches crawled all over the walls, but, it didn't matter, it was all an adventure. And a day or so later, we were saying goodbyes; Sal and I to Chennai and London, Bobby to Thailand and Kate to who-knows-where.

My trip list topped off just short of 170 species and I'm still checking a couple for splits since. IN short, it was an amazing trip, full of wonderful birds and sights and I can't wait to go back. Cheers!


Alleppey accomodation: Malayalam Homestay
Recommended eating: Kreme Korner
Best place: Marari Beach

Sunday, 12 May 2013

Thattekad Bird Sanctuary, Feb' 2013


India continued...

Dawn on the Periyar River, Thattekad, Kerala 20/2/13

The journey south from Ooty into Kerala was an arduous one, the cool spring climes of the hills giving way to hot, dusty plains and the general state of roads and traffic testing our nerves and evidently those of our driver. Leaving at 8am, we finally pulled into Kothmangalam, a few kilometres from Thattekad, five hours later than expected at around 6.30 in the evening. I had been due to meet Eldhose, one of southern India’s most experienced bird guides, after lunch, but thankfully he was still present to meet us. Sal and Bobby continued on to the Hornbill Camp where they were staying but not before casting envious looks at the plush hotel I had landed in. Normally I’d always pick a scenic experience over luxury but after 11 hours sweating in a cab, the idea of room service and air conditioning was gratefully accepted. In truth though, the hotel was merely a place to sleep as Eldhose took me through his plans for our tour of Thattekad over the next four days. This was something I’d been looking forward to for ages and I couldn't wait to start the next day.

Day one

After a simple breakfast at 6am, Eldhose arrived with a driver and we headed several kilometres east into Thattekad to our first stop on a bridge over the Periyar River. It was a stunning location to start as the sun came up over the water and the noises of the forest took over. From the bridge we had great views of Whiskered terns feeding, long-necked darters cruising like snakes dancing on water, Ashy woodswallows and a single Red-rumped Swallow perched on wires. From there we took a path further into the forest before suddenly skidding out into a waterlogged meadow which was heaving with water birds. Several Bronze-winged Jacana showed well at close quarters as a large flock of Lesser Whistling ducks lived up to their name on the shallow pools. Herons and egrets abounded as did kingfishers, with a stunning golden-breasted Stork-billed Kingfisher being the pick of the bunch. From here we met up with Ragit, a forest guide, for a two hour trail walk that kicked off with a fantastic pair of Brown Hawk owls in a shady roost spot under a palm. Further highlights came in the form of an Oriole overload with three species in quick succession – Golden, Black-hooded and Black-naped. But one bird that stood out for me was an Indian Pitta that flushed ahead of us as we crept through a tunnel of foliage between two pools. This was a bird I’d hoped to see, being perhaps more familiar from the little bit of knowledge I’d gained before the trip. They are typically winter migrants in this part of their range, breeding further much north up to the Himalayas. It hopped in and out view for a minute or two, showing its colourful plumage combination and bold eye ‘mask’, before disappearing into the dense undergrowth.

It had been an excellent introduction to the bird life of Thattekad and we were just heading back for lunch when I was accosted by some friendly locals for an unlikely photo request. Duly papped, conservation was struck up which largely amounted to having names of Premier League footballers yelled at me. But the group soon quietened when a chap stepped forward and said “...but seriously, who is your favourite cricketer?” Unfortunately I couldn't think of a serious answer.

After lunch at the hotel Eldhose returns again at 3.30. We spend much of the afternoon and evening in an area of palm plantations 20km east again, through the forest. Taking a rough track up to a bare, scrubby outcrop, Eldhose spots a well disguised Grey Nightjar roosting on a branch 30 or 40 yards away which results in some unforgettable views. The odd, barren outcrop we find ourselves on offers brilliant views over the forest canopy and I’m content to sit and spend an hour or two watching the coming and goings of birds in the vicinity. Plum-headed and endemic Malabar Parakeets soon appear in the treetops while Eldhose spots a White-rumped Needletail as it darts powerfully over head. I’m really taken by a flock of Chestnut-headed Bee-eaters nearby – absolutely beautiful birds.

Chestnut-headed Bee-eater (Merops leschenaulti) Thattekad Bird Sanctuary 20/2/13
Grey Nightjar (Caprimulgus indicus) dayroost
Malabar Giant Squirrel (Ratufa indica)

We finish the day at a narrow clearing along the track where a small pool of rainwater has formed. Eldhose suggests we sit and wait to see what birds come to visit the pool and before long we’re treated to an exquisite procession of birds coming to drink or bathe. Orange-headed Ground Thrush and Indian Blue Robin head the queue while a Little Spiderhunter and a Puff-throated Babbler make fleeting appearances. A pair of Asian Paradise flycatchers dart across the clearing, including the incredible ghost-like male with its long tail streamers - a bird that could've escaped straight from a Studio Ghibli film. In my field book next to this bird the only thing I’ve written is ‘wow’ (underlined). Continuing the flycatcher frenzy, my personal favourites at the pool are a single male Blue-throated Flycatcher and Tickell's Blue Flycatcher. Their appearance in quick succession gives just long enough to pick out the visual differences that separate the birds, in the extent of their reddish throat patches (extending all the way from breast to chin on the latter) My joyous flycatcher gazing is only interrupted by a boisterous Malabar Giant Squirrel, clambering through the palms above us. Yep, a Giant Squirrel. What an amazing day.

Back at the Hotel that night I met Jon, a visiting English birder from the US. It was perhaps inevitable given we were the only guests but it’s great to swap notes on our trips so far in the overwhelmingly empty restaurant.

Day two

The next day we’re up just after sunrise again and the hits followed quickly. I met my guide from yesterday who takes me off to look for the Sri Lanka Frogmouth. These endemic and odd-looking birds (closely related to nightjars) usually require local knowledge to find their favoured roost sites and so it proves. I almost don’t know what the guide is pointing to at first as we peer into scrubby evergreen bush, but suddenly there it is, not more than a metre from me - smaller than I expected and freakishly wonderful. With Frogmouth done we meet up with Eldhose again who has successfully located a Mottled Wood Owl in a plantation off the road. While scoping this out we're also treated to fine views of an Oriental Honey Buzzard drifting overhead along with a Shikra in the noon heat.

Due to a meticulously observed general strike taking place for the next two days, we’re advised that all cars on the road are being stopped, searched and occasionally stoned, particularly around our hotel...so for lunch Jon and I visit Sal and Bobby at the Hornbill Camp on the river. It’s a really beautiful spot and the staff put on a great lunch for us all. In the afternoon the four of us take to canoes to explore the huge, quiet Periyar River ambling past their tent. It’s a fantastic way to see wildlife and a Pied Kingfisher is a nice spot along with dozens of Little cormorants. But from canoe to jeep, Jon and I are soon back out on the road with a driver and Sanu, our guide for the evening. This time we head to a valley 25 minutes away, parking up on a winding road with good views of the area - a reliable spot for owls apparently. Over an hour or two, as we wait for dusk, we see some great birds along the road including two Ghats endemics, White-bellied Treepie and an elusive Rufous Babbler, along with Common Hawk Cuckoo and a beautiful Velvet-fronted Nuthatch. I’ve also written ‘dodgy warblers’ in my notebook so I guess we saw some of them too. As dusk rolls in the owls are quiet but another amazing thing happens as a deep, loud, distinct ‘growwl’ echoes up the valley from somewhere below...elephants! The guides are always nervous whenever elephants are around but for me it was a special moment.

As night descends, the owls crank up the action and by using playback we’re able to establish the presence of several in the area. Somehow in the darkness Sanu brilliantly manages to find one as it flies in to perch on a branch just above our vehicle. It’s a tiny Oriental Scops Owl and it shows well for a moment, peering down at us, before disappearing. His next skilful catch is a Collared Scops Owl that appears next to the jeep, its pinkish eyes glowing in the torchlight before it too disappears into the darkness.

Thattekad forest in early morning mist
Sri Lanka Frogmouth (Batrachostomus moniliger), Thattekad Bird Sanctuary, 21/2/13  
Malabar Trogon (Harpactes fasciatus) Thattekad Bird Sanctutary, 21/2/13
Cruisin...S, B and a lot of 'branch birds'

Day three

After a great session the night before, the morning takes a more leisurely form with a forest walk a short distance away. The highlight of the walk is undoubtedly an awesome Black Baza which Sanu picks up over the canopy and which we later all catch up with in a tree along the woodland edge. It is one seriously good-looking raptor - imagine a Sparrowhawk in a dinner jacket and a stripy jumper and you’d be half way there. Down on the banks of the river at Idamalayar we get a River Tern flying past, Asian Openbill Stork and impressive views of the dark blue Malabar Whistling Thrush. The latter has a truly beautiful song, much like a national anthem being slowly uh, whistled.

With morning done, Jon leaves to catch a flight home and I spend the afternoon dipping Crested Tree-swift and Red Spurfowl (again) It’s not all bad though as a pond heron unexpectedly flushes a Cinnamon Bittern on the same pool as a Moorhen, the latter generally scarce here.

How we roll...with Sanu and Jon on the bridge over Idamalayar HE dam
Asian Brown Flycatcher (Muscicapa dauurica)
Indian Pond Heron (Ardeola grayii)

Day Four

My final morning in Thattekad and I’m determined to make the most of it before hitting the road again. I’m keen to try for the endemic White-bellied Blue Flycatcher so Sanu duly obliges and we head off into the forest to an area we’d been previously. It takes a while and some audio encouragement but eventually a male appears briefly in the canopy, just long enough to set bins on before flicking off in that flycatcher fashion. I’m happy and I can tell Sanu is too, he’s a great bird guide. And with a whirlwind tour over it was time to leave again, Alleppey and the Keralan coast beckoning us...

Birding in Thattekad was an amazing experience, taking in some wonderful habitats and locations and I would've liked to stay longer. I've never experienced such avian diversity in a relatively small area and it really opened my eyes to what India has to offer. Having seen some of the chaos elsewhere, reserves like this are all the more important and I really hope it stays this way. I used the Helm Field Guide to Birds of Southern India which served as a good, basic introduction and was well suited to my needs. It's hard to keep things up to date though and from the guides I found several species have since been split, it was light in this respect but that's hardly surprising. My guides, Eldhose and Sanu in particular were excellent, both determined, friendly and knowledgeable, I’d recommend them to anyone. It was a pleasure to meet Jon too, a guy with a great many birding tales that I enjoyed hearing.

Going for an ‘all in’ package I stayed at the Maria International Hotel in Kothmangalam. Sure it’s primed for the tourist dollar but it was a comfortable stay with prompt, efficient service. I even had a Striated Heron from my balcony – they should put that in the brochure.

Links:
http://www.birdinginsouthindia.com/index.html

Wednesday, 1 May 2013

Motorcycle Diaries

India continued...



Oh dear, after 6 weeks I'm finally getting round to the second instalment of my Indian trip write-up. Sorry for the delay, I guess life is just like that sometimes...better late than never I hope.

After a few days acclimatising in Pondicherry and familiarising myself with all-new elements of survival, namely buying flip-flops for the first time ever and learning how to haggle with rickshaw drivers, we hit the road proper, or rather the rails, heading West on an overnight train from Chennai. This took us 300km east to Mettupalayam, a small town in the shadow of the Nilgiri Hills. After an amusing attempt at 'negotiating' with the guard of another train we’d hope to catch but was full, we took a taxi the 40-odd kilometres to our next stop high in the hills - Udhagamandalam (thankfully also known as ‘Ooty’).  

At over 2200m, Ooty promised something a bit different from the tropical haze of Pondicherry and indeed that’s how it came to prominence – as a cool summer retreat for sweaty, puff-cheeked English in the colonial era. The cooler climate also created ideal growing conditions for tea and this industry still clearly dominates the landscape. These same conditions also mean Ooty and the surrounding hills are home to a number of Western Ghats endemics and rare species - none of which I actually saw. It was frustrating to hear only days after we'd left, that a park we'd walked past several times was one of the better spots for Kashmir and Nilgiri Flycatchers but nevermind, I did manage a further haul of birds in the two days we were there. 

To be honest, Ooty was not really the genteel retreat most places hyped it as and after a walk down it's heaving main drag we promptly decided to head for the hills on a couple of scooters we hired from a 14 year old kid. Getting out of the town was great and with no map and no clue where we were going we soon found ourselves bumping and skidding through quiet villages with curious looks from the locals. Stopping briefly at a turning just outside of Ooty, I spotted a pale bird take flight, owl-like, across a field; a better view and I was chuffed to see it was a Black-winged Kite - only my second ever. The bird quartered momentarily before settling on a telegraph pole a short distance away, giving even better views - fantastic and quite unexpected. A short way on, we found our path winding through a forest before a government department sign warned against going any further. As we turned to leave, a villager appeared and seemed amused by our reticence, "hey, no one worries about that, go on, you'll be fine"...so we did and wow, it was stunning. In places, large sheets of glowing honeycomb hung from branches over the path and I had a hard time keeping up with the other two as I indulged in some 'scooter birding' through the forest. The softly purring notes of a dove were proceded by an Oriental Turtle Dove bolting overhead as a little further along a Raven-esque Large-billed Crow picked over the remains of something furry. The path eventually took us down to a secluded reservoir where several Spot-billed ducks lurked on the far side along with five or six Little Grebes (always nice to see) and ever-present Indian Pond herons. Despite the litter gathered at its rim, it was a beautiful spot. We wrapped up our motorcycle diaries drinking tea in the unlikely surrounds of a Raj-era summer palace that we stumbled upon as the sun went down - god knows quite how that fell into place but it's something I won't forget in a while.

Large-billed Crow (Corvus macrorhynchos) Ooty, 18/2/13
Spotted Dove (Streptopelia chinensis) Ooty, 18/2/13 

Birding in style

Back in Ooty for another day and there were some pretty decent birds knocking about the vicinity of our homestay. Incidentally, the homestay, was the kind of place you'd affectionately describe as 'basic' and I ended up in a room more closely resembling a stable. To be honest I wouldn't of minded had the temperature at night not dropped so much that I woke up absolutely freezing, I had to put on virtually everything I had with me. That said, the breakfast was nice.


Jungle Myna (Acridotheres fuscus) Ooty, 17/2/13
Plain Prinia (f) (Prinia inornata) Ooty, 17/2/13
Oriental White-eye (Zosterops palpebrosus) outside the homestay, 17/2/13

The scrubby slopes and terraces around the homestay held a decent selection of birds. Pied Bushchat, Ashy Prinia, Clamorous Reed Warbler (a really sleek, monster Acro) and Common Hoopoe were all fairly conspicuous, while less obvious but worthy of note was a secretive male Eurasian Blackbird looking distinctly paler than those at home. According to the fieldguide there are a number of sub-continent sub-species of merula. A nice White-browed Fantail showed well briefly and this bird had me puzzled for a bit as it hopped around under a hedge making sharp 'tack' calls; one for LBJ fans out there - it served some useful pointers should I ever find myself on the east coast in October:

Blyth's Reed Warbler (Acrocephalus dumetorum) Ooty, 17/2/13

And that was mostly it for the hills, a day or so later we headed south west towards Kerala and a part of the trip I had been particularly looking forward to...Thattekad bird sanctuary. More soon (honest)

Accommodation in Ooty- despite the above, I'd happily stay at Hotel Sweekar again, just ask for more blankets. The location is ideal and the owner went out of his way help us arrange lifts. The scrambled eggs were superb.

Tuesday, 12 March 2013

India 2013: Going back to basics...



It seems fitting that I should be writing up my Indian trip as flurries of snow are settling on London’s clean, grey, boring streets. Back a week now and this icy blast has me clinging to the thread of holiday memories like a jumper snagged on a nail. In short, it was incredible; my first taste of Asia and India, a place where everyone (possibly) wants to fleece you and shake your hand, a place of smiles and sweat and noise, jeez the noise...gutters filled with trash on roads that go to some incredible wilderness and HEAT that has you permanently wiping sun lotion out of your eyes. It was also my first taste of birding outside Europe, something I was really looking forward to, with good reason.

In the short time I was there, I was knocked out by the diversity, of both birds as a whole and the variety within their forms. Even though I whiled away the hours in transfer at Delhi airport scanning my Helm field guide, it was exciting to be a total beginner again, mostly having to break down birds into families and go from there. Those kinds of lessons are important to remember I think. But birds were not what the whole trip was about as I was travelling with my sister and her boyfriend, for whom my interest is more a source of amusement and, possibly, concern. That said, a weird highlight of the trip for me came on the last day as I pointed out some birds calling over our heads and before I could say anything they both called out “Bee-eaters!” in unison! But we planned it so I could have a few days of indulgence at my chosen destination, Thattekad, in amongst our shared adventures. I’ll get to that, but it was inevitable from the moment I touched down in Chennai that birds would be on my radar most hours of the day, wherever we found ourselves. That explains why in literally every photo from the first few days I’m either holding my bins or squinting distractedly into the distance at some unknown avian beauty. It was brilliant.

Pondicherry, a few hours drive south of Chennai on India’s south east coast, was our first stop, or rather my first stop as Sal has been staying there recently while she conducts her PhD field research into normative somethings (far, far more impressive than I can coherently describe). As introductions to India go, Pondicherry was mercifully easy on my sleep-deprived body and I enjoyed that first afternoon walking round the oddly familiar French Quarter (it’s a former French-Indian enclave), it’s pretty streets largely free of crowds and traffic. In fact the only crowds I encountered were those of House Crows – hundreds of them swooping and squawking over the piles of rubbish strewn everywhere. On that point, I guess this was one of the hardest and strangest things my ‘western’ eyes came to terms with over the trip. Apart from our remotest excursions, litter was evident everywhere and although my visit was brief, there were few signs, that I could tell, of remorse. It was no wonder that crows and kites were the most abundant birds by far. I guess some things are just different and stuff we take for granted is a big deal elsewhere. 


House Crow (Corvus splendens) of the nominate Indian race and appearing much like an over-sized 'hooded' Jackdaw, or a slimmed down Carrion Crow
Red-vented Bulbul (Pycnonotus cafer) from the roof of the homestay, Pondicherry, India

Sticking to urban birding, a walk along the scruffy, beach-less promenade brought my first views of a soon-to-be ubiquitous Brahminy Kite drifting by; it’s rich, chestnut-brown wings contrasting with its pale, white head even in the evening sun. Smart. The next morning I woke up to a text from Dave telling me there were 35 waxwings in Nunhead, but after much deliberating I decided against going for them and took an early walk back down the front. This took me to Government Square Park where I found distinctive Common Myna’s scurrying around and singing in the trees, their repetitive song almost Song Thrush-like. This was followed by my first close-up views of bulbuls, Red-vented and Red-whiskered, with both sporting enviable punkish crown feathers. The latter, I would learn, has an equally beautiful song. Later, a Rufous Treepie glimpsed through the trees in the botanical gardens put a colourful spin on our common Magpie. It was a nice few days in Pondicherry, getting a grip on the basics before we headed west... 


Common Myna (Acridotheres tristis) looking much like a crime-fighter with its distinct yellow 'mask'
Brahminy Kite (haliastur indus)
A small, common  Kite- I got so used to seeing them soaring about, I instinctively looked for them when I got home!