Snake in my garden

Blood bath: nearing its end...

The last gasp...


ShhHHHsshHHHH!!!! quiet....That's my closest encounter with a half-alive snake.

The snake was accidently sliced through in between by a grass cutter. Bleeding to death, it was gasping for air vehemently.

Trying to move around in pain, finally it was separated from the rest of its body. Poor snake, may its soul rest in peace.

the snake slithers around sneaky not a sound creeps upon his prey attacks then runs away he might be pretty look at outside hes a snake inside hes a rat beware of him he bites and does it within his rights the snake will smother even kill his own mother snakes are full of greed upon your soul he will feed the snake is a self-adoring creature humility is not a feature snakes are everywhere so beware

Bat returns

This hanging Bat was disturbed by my activities below, near the tree's base and stared at me for quite a long time. This gave me ample time to capture it in my camera. The look in its eyes said : " Why bothering me?"

They sleep this way...how do you sleep???
BhewwwOOOOOhAHaa!!! scary enough right??

Huge Banyan tree full of Bats "hanging-out" during day time. Seemed like all the bats of the entire city had cluttered onto this single tree.

No baby, dont eat my camera's lens, that's not edible!!

Ever used your wings to walk/creep?

I positioned the camera in front the bat's face and it started following the camera. I had keep up with the bat and move backward to capture the "expressions' of the creature!

It became violent for a mean while, tried to bite the lens of the camera!! It even hit against the camera's lens for a couple of times.

The grass was wet, watered with dew-drops which made it even more difficult for me to keep the camera at ground level

This baby bat fell down on the porch after gettin injured. I kept this creature in a box for the night and released it the next morning, and this was its reaction!!

By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.
He likes the attic of an aging house.

His fingers make a hat about his head.
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.

He loops in crazy figures half the night
Among the trees that face the corner light.

But when he brushes up against a screen,
We are afraid of what our eyes have seen:

For something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face.

The Bat's skin was flooded with tiny insects and ants.

Squirrel squabble

Feeding bread crumbs to the squirrels...

Whisky, frisky,
Hippity hop;
Up he goes
To the tree top!

Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.

Furly, curly
What a tail!
Tall as a feather
Broad as a sail!

Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snappity, crackity,
Out it fell.

Beetle is back

Busy Beetle Hey, busy beetle,

Don't roam on my rug!

A rug is no place

For a wandering bug.

Crawl into my hand,

And I'll give you a ride.

There! You can do All your roaming outside.

Lovely tiny little beetle in my garden.

Railway crossing-How India moves ?

This sight was just just shocking, the way people were loaded on this local train just like overloaded trucks and tractors plying on the highways. Even luggage is not stacked in such a way! Well this could be a perfect shot for Fevicol's advertisement! Just the thought of people sleeping atop the moving train under the burning sun in the month of June gave me shivers throughout the journey.

My garden ant

Photographing that creature was not an easy task as I was continously loosing focus because of the wind. I was working as hard as the ant itself, trying to lock focus upon this tiny thing.

I venture out to photograph new creatures but finally land up with these "plenty of" black ants, they are swarming around this place, evry tree, plant and evry branch!!

Busy black stingy ants moving in and out of the roots of a mango tree.

If I were a little black ant
I wonder what I'd say
To all of my ant buddies
Who work so hard all day.

"Stop!" I'd yell, in ant talk.
"Let's rest upon this leaf.
Or swing upon this spider's web
He won't mind, if we are brief."

I know the ants would tell me
The secret of their strength;
How they move those boulders
And trees, three times their length.

Down their hole we'd slide
Into their hidden spaces.
We'd talk and eat and crawl around,
Exploring strange new places.

Then home with me they'd come
And play with all my toys.
We'd colonize my room.
We wouldn't make much noise.

I think the ants would want to,
But couldn't really stay,
'Cause they wouldn't like the smell.
The bug man sprayed today!

Monitor Lizard

This deadly reptile entered my garden at noon but was checked by my pet dog. Though the dog kept barking trying to oust the lizard off, the reptile din't move an inch from its place. After half-an-hour of hustle & bustle this monitor lizard found a safe place on the top of a tree

The lizard’s Elizabethan ruff;
His bootlace tongue;
The way he throws his legs

From front-left/back-right
To front-right/back-left,
That stationary trot

As the starved sand
Made insane by the sun
Bites the soles of his feet.

All that tongue work, and nothing to say
Lizard? All that supple dancing
And no mate to impress?

You and I, lizard. You and I.