In the sun-baked ruins of Hampi, where granite boulders and shattered temples still gossip about the glory days of Vijayanagara, a far more successful occupation force rules the roost: the Brahminy starling (Sturnia pagodarum). These birds are not grand. Ask a child to draw a stick figure of a bird, and she'll most likely draw... Continue Reading →
Birds of Hampi (Slightly Unhinged Edition)
Hampi is arid. A dry, deciduous surreal landscape of strewn boulders. If the myths and local lore claim it to be the Kishkinda of the vanaras, I can see why. Massive rocks lie scattered as if a giant hand has abandoned a game of marbles halfway through. โVali and Sugreeva used to play here with... Continue Reading →
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