Snippets From My Wildlife Experiences!

There are birds. And then there are engineers with feathers. If you have ever stood under a tree full of hanging, bottle-shaped nests, you know that feeling. They sway gently in the wind, like lanterns woven by hand. And then it hits you — each one of those beautiful homes has been built strand by strand by a small bird, the Baya Weaver. Across our grasslands, farms and wetlands, this bird lives quietly among us. Most of the year, it looks simple — brown, sparrow-like, easy to miss. But when the monsoon approaches, the male changes. A bright yellow crown appears on his head. It is as if nature has given him a helmet and said, “Time to build.” And build he does. He carefully chooses a branch — often one hanging over water or protected by thorns. This is not random. Water keeps predators like snakes away. Thorny branches add extra safety. Even before he starts weaving, there is planning. With just his beak, he tears long strips of fresh green grass. No tools. No training. Just instinct. ...