All you who sleep tonight…


The message on my phone, blandly said,” To date we have distributed : Non perishable bi weekly and monthly rations to 25,761 people. Ready to eat hot meals : 57,901. Vegetables purchased from farmers for distribution : 11,550 kgs”.

I had been initially at the periphery and later, a little more involved in a couple of areas of the entire operation and I knew that the figures were quite impressive.

I don’t think many agencies that had gamely stepped in to help the affected had much experience in this sort of an activity. How many in the metros would have had the experience to provide relief while a crisis is actually unfolding around you ? Real time. Heck…forget an Indian metro, not many agencies anywhere in the world would have much experience in this.

However, forget pride, there was not even a remote level of satisfaction that I felt.

The last 35 -40 days had passed like a blur. It was towards the end of March…or was it early April, that I had gone on my first distribution trip. Delivering around 14 bags of monthly rations at two different locations.

It has been a perplexing mix of an emotional journey – a little bit of shame and guilt about my lack of awareness of their troubles… their existence in many ways, a growing sense of despair at their situation and soon a mounting mixture of indignation and anger at the powers that be, who never factored in the situation of millions of such people, in their game plan.


I was curious.

How will the process work ? Who will we be distributing these rations to ? How do we identify them ? Where will we be meeting them ?

In many ways, it was an underwhelming night. In both locations, the process lasted just a few minutes. We reach the location, we call the main contact, we  hand over the bags and we leave.

If I was expecting any deep insight, or a  life altering experience, I couldn’t have been more off the mark. It was a very ordinary event. 

But one small conversation stuck.  

My companion, had chatted warmly with the group that arrived to pick up their supplies. Asked them where they were from, what they did. Coincidentally,  one of them, he must have been in his late teens, was from the same district and it could have been just that indescribable comfort at finding someone from the same vicinity as his home, that made the kid, almost break down while narrating his story.

He was a carpenter and had landed in Bangalore just a couple of days before the lockdown. Most of the money he had, had run out during the journey itself. He and his mates were housed along with others from the same area but life was brutal – bhookh se mar rahe hain, sir ( We are dying of hunger, sir ). 

Even now, I wonder, how a kid, from a small town would have felt, thousands of miles  from a small village,  that was home, in a truly big, strange, intimidating city. Away from family. Without a job. Without money. Without food. And no idea of, forget the future, but how even the coming week looked like. How he will survive. 

Terrifying thought.


Setting up such an operation wouldn’t have been easy.

Deciding what should be supplied. What is essential ? What can be nutritious ?

For how long ? A fortnight ? A month ?

Where to buy these supplies from ?

Who will set up the packing operations ? Where ? A reasonably large space will be needed.

How will the supplies be transported ?

Getting passes from the authorities to roam around during the lockdown.

Getting the cops to accompany if the distribution is to a large group to manage the crowd.

And, of course…getting the funds to run the operation.

I wasn’t there for any of the initial period of setting up the operations but the learning curve, I am sure, would have been a steep one. Operational issues are relatively easy to get a grip on.

There are far tougher questions out there.


As we handed over the bags to him and were walking towards our car, two other elderly men hesitantly walked up to us. They hadn’t been earning ever since the lockdown and asked us if we have a few bags to spare. Their families were struggling.

We didn’t.

How do you tell a person, who has clearly struggled to overcome his reluctance to approach us, subdue  his pride and ask for help, that we could not help them ?

But, even if we had stocks to spare how do we know if the ask was genuine ? Were they being covered by other groups helping out but are looking at stocking up a bit more not knowing how long these uncertain times will last ? Moreover…can you blame anyone for doing that ?

At the same time,  if a family stocks up for the future at the cost of another that is going hungry  

It felt a bit like playing God.



If we do proper recces, identify clearly the people who are in need, who are not being covered by any other agency, we could hone in more accurately on those who are truly in need.

Go to a location. Meet the people. Get an estimate of the number of families, people, the number of houses / rooms. Mark the location on Maps. Get a Point of Contact for future communication. Send the data to a central team that would check if anyone else has covered the community in the recent past.

Over to them.

Different settlements were identified on the map. The details were cross verified. They were  marked as red and green. If red, it meant not covered and meant a yes for distribution.

Tokens were given. Made it easier during the  actual distribution. At least, the bags will definitely be given to those who have been identified as needing it. The same team that did the recce will try to go for the distribution. Easier to identify the right people.


Not easy.


In many ways it was a textbook distribution.

There were 30 bags to distribute. The PoC was a very efficient lady and had a clear plan in place. We were asked to put down 10 bags at a time. She had arranged for ten people to come at a time and the entire process went off extremely smoothly. 

However, a truck coming in to a locality attracts attention. Especially, during lockdown time when no one has much to do and are usually sitting outside their homes.

 A small crowd assembled.

A young man begged for at least a single bag to be given to him. Another lady, pleaded for help for her tenants. She had been helping out with her own rations but naturally that was not enough. There were families with infants. They need help. A third man demanded to know our basis for distribution. Why was he being ignored ?

This was the first drop of the trip. There were three more drops to finish. Everyone could see the bags still in the truck. While we were trying to explain why we could not spare any for them. Taking their contact numbers and promising them that we will return. Its not easy to see the disappointment in their eyes. Or the scepticism. 

We have to leave as they were crowding around us.

Because – social distancing.


Its been just a little over two months back that a horrible new word crept insidiously into our daily vocabulary.

Social distancing.

There were real risks for anyone going out. It multiplies many times over if you are going into densely populated localities and a crowd gathers.

Strict rules were laid out. Protocols were established.

All volunteers MUST be wearing gloves and masks. Carry a sanitizer with you. Clean all touchpoints when you return to your car – the gear shift, the steering wheel. Get back into your house and head straight for a bath. Clothes go in a heap into a bucket of hot water and then for a wash. Wallets. Glasses. Phone. Everything gets a brush with the sanitizer.

Every time.

Every single time.

And, if a crowd gathers. If they don’t listen. Leave. Even if the distribution is not complete. You can return to complete it later.

But. Do. Not. Put. Yourself. At. Risk.

Also, while distributing,  all the recipients have to queue up maintaining social distancing.

Which always makes me wonder.


There was a row of five or six rooms. Possibly around 10’ x 10’ or at the most 12’ x 12’. Not too tall. Cemented over. No paint was wasted on the walls. 

Towards the right, a little distance away, stood a smaller row of smaller cubicles. The toilets. The bathing area was in the open to the left. Common area and where they usually bathe in groups. 

“ How many of you stay in a room ? “

“ 5 or 6 of us”.

5 people in a 100 sft room. Social distancing ? 

When we say there is a complete lockdown, most of us talk from the perspective of the main roads. Take one of the side lanes and you will usually see a different world. People sitting together. Having a smoke. Standing outside the small fish stall. Or just sitting on the verandah of a cluster of shops and chatting. And these are areas where there are proper buildings. If you go to the settlements , its even more densely packed. 

Social distancing ?

Impractical. Illogical. Impossible.


Amidst all the gloom, there definitely are innumerable instances that make you hopeful. How help will come up. Suddenly. Almost every time you need it.

The school that opened its doors and its auditorium to store all the stocks and for packing the bags. And, ensured that its canteen made tea and lunch for the workers.

The people at the FCI godown who ensured that our trucks didn’t have to wait in the queue – NGO ke log hain, jaldi kaam kar lo inka ( These are NGO folks, lets finish their loading quickly )

The guy who turned up to help out with the entire operations of ordering the supplies, getting the labour, arranging for the trucks.

The cops who would arrive at short notice to help out with the distribution if the number is rather high and the crowds need managing.

The guy who turned up with high quality masks and gloves and PPE kits for all the workers involved in the packing and for the volunteers. And got chicken biriyani for the workers who were putting in some tremendous work.

The families who heard that the workers were working the night shift and we had forgotten to arrange for dinner and immediately cooked up a delicious meal for 10-15 people and sent it over.

And, of course, the scores of volunteers, always eager to jump in. To put in long hours in the field. To take up any work that needs to be done, to attend to any issue that needs attention. Day after day.

But, its easy to be lost in the gloom.


“ Sir, can you help me ? “

“Bolo”. ( Tell me )

“ Can you help us get back home ? “ 

We had just distributed supplies to around 50 people who were contract workers for a rather well known company. Supplies that will last them for at least two weeks. 

“ Why would you want to go home ? You have got this support which will last you for the next two weeks. Things will open up soon, work will start. Isn’t it better to stay back? “

“Nahi sir, bahut ho gaya. Bas ghar jaana hai ( No, sir, we have had enoughwe just want to go back home.)

Many of them had worked for four five years in the same company. They hadn’t got their salaries for the last month. However, what seemed to hurt them was the fact that no one had called them to check on them. No one was taking their calls. They were simply left to be on their own. Forgotten.

“ We will do farming at home. We will be with our own people. We will manage. Just help us get back home.” 

They had been going to the nearby police station. Had filled in the online forms, had submitted physical forms on top of it. A few of them had gone to the police station once again that morning to check on the status. And got caned. One of them showed me his injuries. He had applied a bluish white paste on them. After a while, I asked him what ointment it was. It was toothpaste. They could only apply what they had. 

I am usually reluctant to promise help unless I am sure I can deliver. I couldn’t do that this time.  I told them I will try.

And we all did. In multiple ways. Reaching out to multiple people. Cops. Bureaucrats. Politicians. However, nothing seemed to work.

Then we heard that there were 200,000 applicants. There never will be trains for that many applicants. And we hadn’t reached out to THE person who mattered.

He kept calling me. Four, five times a day. Always hopeful that I will have some good news for him. Telling me why he wanted to go home. Hopeful. I could only listen.

This morning, I conceded defeat. I told him that we have been unable to get any support from anywhere.

He had called me from outside the police station. He was once again waiting there. Despite getting caned. Despite being treated badly. Despite everything.

Because he wanted to go home. Another kid from another small village from deep inside the country. 

He hasn’t called me since.


All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hands to left or right,
And emptiness above…


The Top 10 from 2019


Allahabad for the Kumbh Mela.

Jhalana at Jaipur.

Bhadra in Karnataka.

Bandhavgarh in MP.

Pantanal in Brazil.

Masai Mara.

2019 definitely was the sort of the year that  had never existed even in my wildest dreams.

First visits to places that have long been in my list and then two ‘blow-your-mind’ trips to the Pantanal and the Mara.

Total. Absolute. Heaven.

2019 also was the year where I travelled the most in my journey in photography. Where I finally put into use a lot of what I had read earlier but which I usually forgot in the heat of the moment and later, in my last trip of the year, to the Mara learnt a lot, lot more than I had imagined I would.

To make the list of the top 10 images in any year with so much travel would always be a challenging task, but that task becomes even more daunting when you have become a much better photographer by the end of the year than you were at the start.

So. On what basis do you make the list ? On the basis of the quality of the images as you see them ? On the basis of the experience you had while taking the pic ? On the basis of the level of difficulty that existed at the place ?

Sigh. Decisions. Decisions.

Finally, I decided that it will be a mix of all. Also look for those that show a lovely piece of animal interaction, play of light, indicates a lot of action in a still image. I also accepted the fact that if I look at my pics a week later, the choice and the ranking might be different.

But, all things considered, this was a tough job.  So many of those stunningly beautiful birds of Brazil lose out. And those cheetah images. Terrible, really.

And, if shortlisting ten images wasn’t bad enough…ranking them. Phew.

Anyway, here goes :).



We spent a lovely afternoon with Siligi and her six cubs. From the time we saw her resting on the hillock, our hope was that if she and the cubs stayed there till sunset we could get some brilliant silhouettes.

We did. Out of all those lovely silhouettes, this is what I loved. The unconditional love that any kid would have for the mother  gets captured here. The kids were playing all around and then Siligi decides it was time to get a move, gets up, stretches and then as she moves away, two cubs come running up to her and one jumps up to give her a nice hug and a kiss. Well, not actually a hug and a kiss, but isn’t that how this looks ?

Location : Masai Mara, Dec 2019


We clambered down a small, bushy slope, a bulky 400 lens atop a tripod and cautiously tiptoed into a small clearing. There, on a branch with no twigs, no leaves coming in the way, with no clutter in the background, sat a Female White Rumped Shama. I stopped in my tracks and started clicking. My guide, Ramesh of Nature’s Nest, ventured a little further ahead and gestured to me to join him.

And, there she was. Perfectly perched with a little bit of sunshine falling beautifully on her face and playing games in the background. Such a dreamy background.

This was also my first image that I printed and framed, so, yes, there is that bit too that influenced its choice 🙂

Location : Goa, Jan 2019


One of the sub adult cubs was in the small pool of water. We knew where the other two cubs were. Near the half eaten kill. The mother and two of the cubs were enjoying a siesta and Zian from Baghtola had suggested we position ourselves such that if any of the sleeping cubs come for a dip in the pool, their path will give us direct head on images. It was June. It was hot. They had to come.

One of them did. Exactly as expected by Zian. Being a sub adult, it was still a little wary of all the jeeps and I loved the sense of action in this image. Alert. Wary. Looking straight into the camera. Dark undergrowth in the background and the setting sun making the dry grass look a wonderful golden colour matching the lovely tawny skin of the tiger. What. A. Magnificent. Creation.

Location : Bandhavgarh. June 2019


As a rule I don’t like animals crowding the entire frame. We, or to be more accurate Antony Tira of Matira Lodge, had seen two jackals alert peering into the bushes and we went to investigate. There deep in the bushes was Bahati the leopard. Resting. In no mood to get out.

We waited. And then suddenly she stepped out. With a 600 mm in my hand, I didn’t have much of an opportunity to take anything else other than a close up. What a lovely creature she is ! Those eyes ! Limpid pools and all that. I loved the way I got the right Depth of Field and got the eyes and the head tack sharp with the rest of the body dissolving into fuzziness. Of course, it took Rahul Sachdev’s eye to suggest that I look at a black and white instead of colour. Lovely. The fact that its my desktop image on my work PC helps this image !

Location : Masai Mara Dec 2019


A cat emerges out of the water. Or is sitting in the rain. The chances that it will shake off the water are absolutely certain. We had been trailing this jaguar for hours. A jaguar loves the water and we were waiting on the opposite side, beautifully positioned thanks to Fabiano from BioDiverse Tours, to get some straight head-on pics. I had completely forgotten the fundamental nature of the jaguar when it emerges from the river. It has to shake off the water. My response was a rather frantic one. Fortunately, I got a couple of lovely ones. The neck twisted powerfully, the water droplets formed a glittering necklace around it, aided by the dark background. And in black and white, it just looked so brilliant !

Location : Pantanal, Brazil. August 2019


This time I was ready.

Our first game drive. It was pouring. There were two male lions sitting rather stoically in the rain. Drenched. It had to happen. That shake. And, with that mane and that amount of rain, I could get a memorable image. The only concern was the awkward position I was sitting in, peering through a tiny gap in the windows as the lens poked outside. Being patient was tough.

I think it paid off.

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Its getting tougher to make those choices now.

The toucanet is a striking bird. Such colours and such an interesting shape. This bird was rather comfortable with the place. I was wondering if I should exchange my 600 mm for a 200-500. Supreet from Tropical Tours felt I shouldn’t and I didn’t really need much encouragement. However, if you have a 600mm lens and don’t have much place to back off, you cannot get anything much other than an image that crowds the entire frame. Which is kinda boring.

Then the blessed thing turned around and peered down. Perfect opportunity to get an interesting pose. With a lot of space. In the direction of the gaze. Lovely Depth of Field. All boxes ticked 🙂 On top of everything, to get that eye so nicely. Bliss.

Location : Trilha dos Tucanos, Brazil. August 2019


Its the Jabiru stork  at #3. It was early morning and we were, as usual, on the river,  busy trying to get photographs of a frisky family of otters. A shout from Fabiano,” Jabiru landing !” and a few precious seconds to squeeze off a few shots. Shooting into the sun, with the sunlight reflecting brilliantly off the water ,the wings spread gloriously making it look translucent, the slight splash of the water as the feet land…beautiful.

Location: Pantanal, Brazil. August 2019



What an imposing name. Try saying it. The ‘D’ isn’t a hard one…say it softly. Ahh…just sounds so imperial.

Mardadi and the lioness were resting between their mating. Lions usually have a go every 10-15 minutes but maybe the duo were just too exhausted cos they just ignored each other completely throughout the time we were there. While we were disappointed that we are missing the chance of a lifetime to take some mating shots against the setting sun, it was still a lot of fun to take silhouette shots of a luxuriously maned, handsome male. We kept experimenting. Exposure compensation at -1, then -2 and then even -3. Just then the setting sun, peeped out of the clouds for that brief second, bathing the entire scene with the most beautiful golden colour.

Click !

Location : Masai Mara, December 2019


I might have agonised over which images would make it to the top ten. I might have agonised over the ranking of most of the images. However, I never had any doubt about which would be the numero uno.

I don’t think any of us will ever forget this day with Selenkei and her single cub. We met them just after they realised that the other cub was missing. The duo spent hours wandering around, searching for the unfortunate cub. Hours. They kept staring desolately into the thicket where it had got lost – presumably, the unfortunate cub became the meal of a pack of hyenas. As the sun was sinking behind the horizon with an exhausted sigh, the mother walked upto the surviving cub and gave it a kiss. To me it seemed like a nuzzle as reassuring to the mother as it would be to the cub. It was simply heartbreaking. Golden yellow skies. Grass on gentle fire. Soft light. Slight rim lit…precious.

Location : Masai Mara, December 2019


That was fun. Let me know your feedback. It matters. The last time I made a list, the #1 hasn’t even made it to this list…I got so influenced 🙂

Ciao !!

The Eloquence of Light

The eloquence of light

Straight off…the heading for this post is not an original one. A few days back, while randomly surfing, I saw an announcement about an Ansel Adam exhibition, titled, “ The Eloquent Light” or rather, I think that was the title.

The two words, ‘eloquence’ and ‘light’ stayed with me.

Just two words. But they capture the essence of what photography was beginning to mean for me.

How to use light effectively…eloquently.


If you have good gear and with the plethora of post processing software at your disposal, it’s really not that difficult to have a decent picture.

Of course, there still is the factor of composition. That’s definitely a big deal and there definitely is so much that an interesting, elegant or dramatic composition can do to an image. The more you observe the masters, the more you observe images by other photographers, you learn, you get ideas, you get inspired by another composition to try something a little different. But,  the opportunity to try out some really interesting composition doesn’t really come up all the time, even if the old adage that you create opportunities is true.

We were driving around and there were zebras around us. I looked back and I saw what could be an interesting composition. ( Pic taken in 2018 )

And, then, comes the handling of light.

A lazy web search would reveal that the etymology of ‘photography’ is “ Photo + Graphy” – or in other words, ‘drawing with light’.

Photography is after all, all about light. But how often do we make whatever light is available, wherever the source of light might be, our ally ?

My early lessons instructed sternly: take pictures with the light behind you. The subject should be well lit. Get the catchlight in the eyes of the bird. By the way, that’s a mandatory tick box for bird photography.

Well, that soon got a bit boring. Anyone could take a half decent picture of a subject in good light ( good gear makes it easier ) and if you don’t get the catch light, you could always use any software to get that in. ( The ethics of post processing is an altogether different subject which I might attempt to tackle at a later date )

Go online and search…there are zillions of clean, well lit, sharp pictures of a tiger portrait, of a lion lying down, of birds on perches.

Sharp. Well lit. Decent composition….But…what does it really say ?

How does one get to be different ? How does one create an image that stands out ?

Plus, in the wild, you don’t get ideal situations. The action might be happening between you and the light. There might be other vehicles better positioned.

Do you simply give up ?


The email said a trip to Kenya was being planned. Masai Mara, Amboseli. A max of 4-5 people to enable individual attention. Hmm…Amboseli and the Mara would make it too long. Mara had touched my soul so Mara it was. I had already planned a trip to Brazil so this would be the second international phototrip in a year, but I didn’t pay that much heed because of the sender of the mail.

I had been following Rahul Sachdev for quite a few years and was just  fascinated by his images. The usage of light…simply breathtaking. I had also heard that his phototours are outstanding in the opportunity to learn.

I think I decided to sign up even before I reached the end of the mail.

Go, immerse yourselves here –

You might not read the rest of this post once you dig in to that site, but let me assure you that, that would be time definitely better spent 🙂


The trip was, even in spite of the huge expectations, simply mind blowing in terms of what I could learn. Or, at least, get a glimpse of what is possible. Get a glimmer of an idea on how that could be achieved. It’s a long long road of learning that still lies ahead but it was just so fulfilling to simply get on to that road !

We created some lovely images. Yes, we were blessed by the fact that we saw some unbelievably intense drama and animal interactions, but if I had been alone, I am positive that I would not have taken even a single of these images. It was Rahul who was constantly seeing opportunities, suggesting positions, angles, recommending settings and demonstrating what patience could deliver. He constantly encouraged us to experiment and taught me the value of just two aspects which I had underplayed significantly – White Balance and Exposure.

Another stroke of luck followed.

I got an opportunity to spend a weekend at Bharatpur and it perfectly coincided with a phototour that Rahul had organized to Bharatpur. Two days are just not enough in Bharatpur especially when its your first visit there. But the chance to try out some of what you had recently learnt and learn more in the one place which has so many opportunities to experiment was God given !

It was such fun creating these images.

Hope you enjoy them 🙂


The evening spent with Selenkei and her surviving cub was unforgettable ( written here : ), both for the intense emotions that all of us experienced at their situation and for the utterly selfish delight from the photographic opportunities they threw up.

We had stayed with the two through the afternoon drawn in by the drama at play and at the same time, hoping to get some good images against the setting sun.

It paid off.

I have got numerous images of a cheetah, but this one is special. The golden yellow light, her hair standing out and the slightly darkened body…so much more evocative !


We kept experimenting. Underexposing just by a third…underexposing by a full three points…and with the sun, peeping in and out of the clouds, the light that was thrown kept changing.
Underexposing a lot…captured the sleek body of the cheetah in a wonderful turn, with the sun kissed outline making the image a bit more interesting.
Photos should tell a story, make your imagination wander. Knowing that the two are searching for a missing cub, makes some of these images that much more poignant.
They just look so indescribably sad 😦
My favourite one…what I firmly believe to be a kiss that was reassuring to both mom and the surviving cub with the sun setting the horizon on a gentle fire

And, on our way back, lost though we were in our own thoughts about the ways of the wild, Rahul saw an opportunity to take a few of those famous Mara silhouettes.

“The golden rule of silhouette, is that the legs need to be clearly visible against the sky. You CANNOT break that rule”.

“Aye, Aye, sir !”

Does look like the poor animal is heading back after a hard day’s work, doesn’t it ?
I loved the way that piece of grass in its mouth has been captured…adds to the image, I think.

Another evening, again as we were heading back to the resort, we took a turn to check if there were a pair of mating lions still there.

They were.

And while they never mated and took a really extended break, Mardadi, the lion, proudly showed off his majestically royal profile.

Against the sun, of course. By now, shooting with the sun behind us was so passe ! 🙂

Lion on fire !!!
There was that split second when the sun burst out from behind the clouds, in a last hurray before it got eaten up by the horizon, and bathed Mardadi in such pure, golden light…just blessed to have been looking through my camera and click !

Often its just about having the vision of a potential opportunity. And the patience to wait for it. It was just after noon that we saw that Siligi and her six cubs were sitting, wonderfully perched on a hill, having the time of their lives.

And while just being there helped us capture some lovely, tender moments, Rahul pointed out that if the family stayed up there till sunset and if the weather held, we could get some stunning silhouettes.

They did. The weather did. And we did.

The outline that emphasises the sleekness of a cheetah…and those blades of grass…adds so much !
And if ever there could be a welcome for any parent…this is how it would be.

The scene then moves to Bharatpur. A place which gives one so many opportunities to get totally creative with the sun and the mist.

But not all usage of light has to be similar. Getting this beautiful yellow footed green pigeon with a matching background and perch was good enough but to have the light fortuitously fall on its face, I think, lifted the image that little bit more.

I must admit tho..if the sun had fallen a wee bit higher, I would have been even happier

But, its the sunrise that really throws up the opportunities at Bharatpur. And, I finally became bold and moved from Auto White Balance to manual and started playing with it while taking images.




Egrets are usually ignored if the light is really good. However, if the light is poor they make such fascinating subjects. Underexpose a lot, increase the WB and their sharp feathers look brilliant against the background !

Low light. Egrets. Lovely combination to have.

” You are waiting for the Sarus cranes to come closer and there are opportunities all around you that you are wasting away !”

True that ! There were opportunities galore right under our noses and we were missing them.

A slightly different WB, a slightly different exposure setting and a different image

As I said, the road is long, there is nothing called the final destination but  these two trips with Rahul helped me get onto that road.

Gracias 🙂

Tales from the Mara III – The fascination of a hunt

She crouched.

Low. Body tense. Poised for motion. Eyes locked in on a single Thomson’s gazelle calf that was grazing a short distance away.

Ready to explode into blinding motion !

Minutes earlier she was lying low in the short grass, scouting the herd, trying to identify the right target.

The gazelles were nervous. They sensed danger. They had stopped grazing. The looked around skittishly and took a few uncertain steps away from her.

She exploded into action.

To catch a cheetah in full flight is simply an awesome sight

Forelegs and hindlegs moving in a naturally smooth and synchronized manner, her lithe body moving swift as an arrow through the grass.

The tiny gazelle rocketed off, eyes wide open in alarm, running for its life.


You could go to any forest. Anywhere. You could see as many of the big cats as possible but what will truly make your trip rank high, is if you see a hunt. Any hunt. And, if it’s a successful hunt…nirvana.

In the Masai Mara, however, things are a little different. Take a mix of open grasslands which give you clear views, an abundance of  prey and predators in reasonably decent number…yes, chances are high that you will see a hunt.

A successful hunt ? Well, that’s another matter. You need to be a tad lucky there.

The lions have a success rate of around 15-25% in their hunts, depending on whether they are hunting solo or as a pride. That’s a pretty sad number.

The leopards fare a little better clocking almost 40% as their strike rate. The cheetah sits on top of the pile with a greater than 50% strike rate! However, nature corrects that relatively high strike rate by ensuring that the cheetahs end up losing most of its prey to other predators after the kill.

Sad, though. Imagine going through all that hassle knowing that there is a high chance that you might still lose your meal after you have caught it.

So, clearly, chances are high that you might see a hunt but the guarantee that it’s a successful hunt ?


To make that already pessimistic picture worse, you need to be a photographer.

Cos, its just not enough to see a hunt, it needs to be a successful hunt of course, but you also need to be able to be close enough to the action to get good pictures. Nah, those pics of the animals feasting after the hunt are no fun. Well, of course, you will still take those shots but there is no great satisfaction there.

But a picture of a cheetah flying after a gazelle, eight legs stretched in flight and chase…a picture of a pride of lions, all muscle and brute force, bringing down a huge buffalo ?

The. Holy. Grail.

A quarter of the dream image. The prey should be there in the frame. And the cheetah should be in full flight…some day 🙂

You need to be tremendously lucky for that, but before luck kicks in, you need to have a brilliant guide who really understands animal behavior.

After that…pure luck, but your chances improve.


We landed on an airstrip inside Masai Mara and started on a game drive right from the airport. You clearly don’t waste time in the wild 🙂

A few minutes into the drive, we admired our first topi standing on a small grass mound looking steadily ahead. Just a few feet ahead, a solitary elephant morosely eyed us, ears flapping idly. There’s always that little bit of extra excitement in your first drive and you stop to see almost all the animals you come by. Slowly, the excitement settles down, the pulse rate steadies a bit, and you tend to become a bit more selective. Right now, both these animals had our full attention.

“Lioness stalking!”

Look at that focus !! This lioness was a lone one. Not part of any pride. Had to be an amazing hunter to survive, hunting all alone !

Indeed ! There she was, a solitary lioness, crouching in the short grass and steadily approaching the topi who continued to look ahead totally unmindful of the approaching danger from the rear.

A possibility of a hunt within the first 30 minutes of landing ???

Wow. Insane.


All three cats have widely varying approaches to hunting but equally fascinating.

Lions usually hunt in prides. A couple of lions head straight to the prey, crouching, hiding, taking their own sweet time to approach the prey. A couple of others head in a wide semi circle far away from the prey but in reality, ready to wait in ambush. The lions ( usually lionesses, cos the male usually makes an appearance to take the lion’s share ( Sorry ! J) of the meal ) are constantly making eye contact with each other. At the right moment, they charge at the prey. The prey usually takes flight, and if in the right direction will run straight into the second bunch of lions waiting in ambush. Lions are neither too fast nor can they sustain their pace for a long time, so it has to be the element of surprise and brute strength that wins the game. If the prey runs in the opposite direction to where the second bunch is waiting they escape. If they spied the approaching lions early enough, they will have enough speed and energy to escape.

And hence the abysmal strike rate. Tough life.

The leopards, on the other hand are solitary hunters. They are experts at the stealth mode. To see a leopard stalking is a sight. They crouch, keeping themselves very low to the ground, their spotted, tawny colours helping in camouflaging and when they are really close to the prey, they make that decisive leap and the conclusion is swift. The leopard then drags the prey up the tree to eat in peace, their awesome strength in ample display as they effortlessly drag up even heavy kills up a tree.

Cheetahs ? Very different. They have a rather simple approach to hunting. Speed. Speed however, comes into effect only when they are around 100 mts from the prey. They will use the grass or other vegetation as cover to get close and then they just zip. The chase is usually short and absolutely electric. They cannot sustain such high speeds for a long time and that exhaustion at the end of the kill along with comparatively lesser strength combines to make them rather poor defenders of their kills. All this is when they are alone. When they hunt in packs, it’s a completely different story.

By the way, that is the main reason cheetahs hunt during the day. Thats the time the lions and the leopards are not out hunting. Reduces the chances of them being robbed of their kill.



The lioness was getting closer to the topi, who was intensely focused on something in the distance, beyond the bushes just in front of it.

Will the topi stay put till the lioness reaches it ? Or will it look around as a rather basic step of self preservation ?

Will the lioness be able to cross that short stretch of reasonably open ground without being noticed ?

Antony, our brilliant guide suggested that we go a little ahead on the other side of the bushes. The lioness will charge, the topi will run and definitely charge out of the bushes right in front and we will be there waiting. And get the best pics.

Sounded perfect. However, best laid plans of men and mice and all that…

We waited. Minutes ticked by.

Finally, Antony said we should go and check what on earth had happened.

And, saw that the hunt was over. The lioness had clearly managed to reach right upto the topi without being seen and the end was rather swift and brutal.

And, yes, I had to be satisfied just with the pics of the lioness with the kill.

The end must have been really swift. The lioness gave us a passing glance before dragging its meal into the bushes.


We had quite an insane trip.

We saw a lot of hunts. To top that, many successful ones. We saw baboons, hyneas, lions, cheetahs with their kills. We saw most of them during the hunt too. But only in two instances, did we actually see the hunt in its entirety. On three occasions, the culmination of the hunt happened behind the bushes.

The most common sight. A cat walking upto us with its meal in its mouth.
For variety, we once saw a baboon walk off with a hapless gazelle. The poor lil thing had innocently wandered off straight into the baboon who was not even hunting !

Now, that can be really frustrating. There we are trying to figure out where the predator is and which is the specific prey it is targeting. We either wait at a place waiting for the action to explode in plain sight or try to go around the bushes to see if we can catch sight of the closing stages of the hunt.

And then. The successful hunter walks up. With the prey. Holding it as a trophy.

What ? You missed me hunt ? Again ????

Well, more pics of them eating.

Terrible 🙂


The chances of a successful hunt are higher if the predator hunt in groups.


But while watching a solitary predator hunt is awesome, it’s the hunt by the groups that so thoroughly intrigues me.

Numerous questions. How do they communicate with each other during the hunt ? How do they decide what strategy they should adopt ? How do they decide which specific prey to go for when there is an abundance of prey right in front of them ? How do they decide who will do what ? When do they decide to change the target ?

If the hunt fails due to someone goofing up, how is that individual treated in the group ? Do they castigate him for the mistake made ? Or do they do the equivalent of shrugging their shoulders and carrying on ? How do the dynamics of a group change if one member is a tad less effective as a hunting machine ? Is he or she kicked out ? Or are they given last chance to eat the meal ?

But, mainly…how on earth do they decide on a strategy ? We saw two successful hunts by two different coalitions of cheetahs.

Completely different. Totally.

We saw a successful hunt and an unsuccessful hunt by the same coaltion.

Again, totally different approaches.

How. Why.


The Fast Five were on the move.

Their lean frames clearly indicated that they hadn’t had a meal for a while. We had just witnessed a failed attempt and we knew that they will hunt again. After they collect their breath. They will need an hour or two to regain their energy and they will definitely move. They have to.

The old wily topi that got away. Did you notice the Fast Five bunched up in the grass assessing the hunt ?

We waited. Finally, they had rested enough and they limbered up. Stretching. Getting ready.

Watching this coalition of five cheetahs is such a completely different experience. They walk as if they own the earth. Total badass. Whenever I see them, the famous tune of ‘ The Good, the Bad, the Ugly’ plays in my mind. They strut. They swagger.

They strut. They swagger. They own the earth.


And, right now the Five mean business.

Spread in front of them, is open land. Vast open land. Not a single bush. No tall grass. Hardly any cover for them to hide behind before their frenzied burst. Nope.

The land in front of them sparkled with a variety of offerings. Zebras, gazelles, impallas, topis, elands. All of them grazing and keeping a sharp lookout around them.

Zebras. Gazelles. Topis. Elands. You can pick what you want. The cheetahs have been seen. They are not bothered.

And the Five just walked in. No attempt to hide themselves, no attempt at camouflage. Nothing. Did I say, badass ?

The five had split up. Two of them walked away and soon could be seen on the horizon, circling the animals one of which would be their target.

The animals in the middle are nervous. They can smell danger. They can see danger. They just don’t know from which side its going to come.

We are busy trying to keep tabs on the five cheetahs. Two of them are far away patrolling the horizon. One of them has now broken away and is coming inside, towards us. There are two of them walking nonchalantly straight into the centre of the sprawling land.

Look at the cheetah walking so coolly into the middle. No stealth. No cover. Total boss.

Where on earth is the fifth cheetah ??? Is he encircling the animals from this side ? Antony has got us into the perfect position. We can see everything. For the dream shots, however, the hunted needs to run in our direction.

Some of the zebras run off for a short distance. But which direction to run ?

The tails of the tiny Thomson gazelles are twitching rapidly as if trying to quieten its own rising nervousness. The impalas have stopped grazing and looking around. Anxiety is high.

Under the benignly warm sun, in the middle of a lovely picturesque grassland a bitter battle for survival is about to play out.

Suddenly, the scene explodes into action.

Its utter mayhem and chaos. The cheetahs are in full flight. All of them. The animals are running everywhere. You are clicking away madly. You hear the shutters go batshit crazy around you. You don’t really know what is happening.

And then, just as suddenly, peace descends. Its all over. In minutes.

It’s a successful hunt.


You so badly want to take those stunning pictures of a hunt. Sadly, it ain’t so easy.

The first time, I took my heavy 600mm lens to catch the action. Bloody cumbersome to follow the action especially considering the speed with which it happens. Elementary mistake.

Here, I faced another different and curious problem. There were five cheetahs in play. Multiple potential prey. All of them spread wide across the open grassland in front.

On which cheetah do I focus on ???!!!

Yes, the cheetah I was closely watching as it charged was not the one that hunted the impala.

Actually when I saw my pictures later, I realized that I had picked up the worst cheetah of the lot at least as far as this hunt was concerned. Seriously !

There’s a hunt happening. A successful hunt. And the one cheetah I am focusing on, gets chased by an angry mother eland. Come on….!!!

But we got some good pictures of them feasting 🙂

The five are busy. The solitary horn indicates that the meal was an impala.
Is any other predator coming to rob them off their meal ? Cheetahs keep a constant vigil while eating


Apparently, it is a standard strategy with the Fast Five. They just spread themselves and walk into the party. The animals are thoroughly confused as to where the danger will be coming from and the cheetahs with their ferocious speed and agility easily take advantage of this confusion and make their kill.

Simple. Efficient.

But so different from what we saw just the next day.


Rosseta wanted her cubs to learn how to hunt.

Two males and a female. Sub adults. Around 17-18 months of age. Almost on the verge of going off on their own. They had better learn how to hunt well.

The cubs would be off on their own in a matter of months. They need to learn to hunt independently.

Cheetah sub adults when they move off on their own are still not efficient hunters. As a result, the siblings tend to stay together to increase their chances of getting food. When they become experts, the female leaves the brothers and stays on her own.

Right now, however, they were all one large family and the kids needed to be taught.

And they were muffing up. Two attempts, both of which ended in abject failure. Not that the failures bothered them much. They still frolicked after the futile attempts.

Hunt screwed up ? Big deal…mom’s there ! Lets play !

Guess, they had faith in the mother.

But the family needed to eat.


She had been trying for the last few hours. Using the bushes as cover. But the gazelles were alert. She couldn’t even get the opportunity to charge at them.

Finally, after more than an hour of trying, she gave up. She moved away from the bushes into the open grasslands.

Hours of stealth have gone waste. Her lean belly indicates that its been a while since the last meal. She moves away from the bushes

The sub adult cubs followed her. They were all hungry. Rosetta had to make a kill. Mostly by herself. She really could not rely on her cubs beyond a limited extent.

We waited. There were two male impalas sparring with each other for the right of the females. They frequently broke off to look into the direction of the cheetahs. Finally, they moved further away. Taking with them the chance of an attack while they were preoccupied.

Do we fight for the harem ? Or do we flee ?

Another hour ticked by.

The fighting males had now managed to again come closer to us and the approaching cheetahs.

How can she come close enough to her prey without being seen ? Close enough for her to launch her final lightning attack. Was the grass tall enough ? How will she rope in her cubs ? What strategy will she adopt ?

Or will she do it all on her own ?

Antony had again positioned us well. The cheetahs were coming in our direction from a distance. But, who will they target ? The spread of the land around us was vast.

What followed was simply mesmerizing. Mind blowing in its speed, tenacity and the duration of the chase.

Rosetta had her prey in her sights. It looked as if she was just fixing her prey in her sights. And then she launched, in plain sight, without any of the textbook crouching, into a full fledged attack.

She takes off. Like a bullet. The prey flees for dear life. ( Now if only we had been so much more closer !!! )

She took off after the male impala at a blistering speed. We could see the impala running for dear life and how Rosetta stayed at its heels all through. Rosetta was not giving up. The chase already seemed to be long. But she seemed to have a plan. Maybe, she stayed slightly to the left of the impala and that made the impala keep turning to its right.


Without its knowledge, mind intent only on saving itself, its path was tracing a circle. The impala was headed almost straight back to where the chase started.

Where three hungry cheetahs were waiting.

Rosetta slowed down. The cubs took over. The impala took one sharp turn. Then another.

Dodging. Swerving. But with a cheetah hot on its heels….as an aside, what I would give to be in that jeep there !!

But three of them were there.

Before we knew it, he was cornered. The three cheetahs hung on like limpets. One had the impala by the neck from under. Another had climbed up its back. The third one had focused on the hind quarters of the impala. Holding on.


The exhausted mother now approached her cubs, panting heavily. And just when it appeared as if the game was finally over for the impala, the cub that had the impala from under his neck, presumably got exhausted and dropped to the ground ! All of a sudden the impala moved a little ahead and the other two cubs also, surprised, dropped off.

The cheetah holding the impala by the neck tires and drops off. For some reason, the one clinging on to the back also is lax…

The impala was free ! It had bolted !!!

The impala had bolted !!! I was intrigued by the lack of bite marks on its neck and back…the cubs were hanging on there for quite a while!!

Rosetta, already exhausted after a chase much longer than a cheetah usually attempts, wasn’t about to lose her prey as easily as that. Her legs might have been exhausted, her lungs might have been collapsing but that primeval drive for food was stronger than everything else, and she sped after the impala and with the efficiency born out sheer experience brought it down and killed it. Swift. Merciless.

It over in seconds. Swift. Efficient. That’s experience.

What followed was even more fascinating. The cub that had let go of the neck first, which allowed the impala to almost get away, walked away from the rest of the family. As if, ashamed to face them. Two cubs and the mother surrounded the kill, kept a sharp eye around for any approaching predator and started eating. This cub went far away and returned much later.

Successful. The cheetahs catch their breath. The one guilty of having almost muffed up the hunt has slunk away

Was it feeling ashamed ? Was it afraid to face the mother ? The siblings for almost robbing the entire family of its meal ?

What goes on in the minds of families ?

Will we ever know ?

The third cub returns. The slightly pale one in the centre. The days work is done. 


No, I didn’t get any pictures of a cheetah flying in the air in hot pursuit of its prey. The few images I got were when they were far away. But maybe I figured what to do and how to do it for the next hunt. When I return.

Till then it will be the memories of two utterly fascinating hunts. Two completely different and totally pulsating hunts.

Leaving me with a lot of unanswered questions.













Tales from the Mara II – Siligi, Supermom



It meant, ‘ The Dependable’.

A better name couldn’t be there for a cheetah mom with six cubs.

Siligi had started of with seven cubs, but one of them had died. Seven is an unusually large number to litter. Cheetahs usually have about 2-4 cubs. Seven ? Quite uncommon.

There was a slight twinge of sadness in the air in our group after spending bulk of the previous days with Selenkei searching for her lost cub and then the scare from the Fast Five.

Maybe, a day with six, lively, hyperactive, curious cubs would just be the tonic to lift us up.

Other than the obvious fact that it would always be fun to photograph six cubs along with their mother.

So, Siligi it was.


Siligi’s territory was quite far from our camp. Near the Black Rock Pride’s area.

Which necessarily meant an earlier than usual start. It was a chilly, misty morning when we started and we reached the place that Siligi was supposed to inhabit without too many distractions along the way. The light was still poor even though the sun was up.

A little to the left of the track, on slightly higher ground was where she was known to spend most of her time. It was a very different terrain. There was a fair bit of tree cover. A lot of small bushes. Not open land where you could clearly see what was lying around you. Apparently, not the terrain that you usually find cheetahs in but one that was brilliantly suited for a mother with six cubs. So much cover.


Six cubs.

We wondered how she was managing to raise them. As I had written earlier, a mother cheetah has her plate full with risks. Its tough to fend for yourself in the wild, bringing up 2-3 cubs was fraught with danger for the cubs ( it shows in the 90% mortality  )…but six cubs !!? That was almost insane.

Look at the difficulties.

That many more to keep an eye on all the time.

That many more mouths to feed. Which automatically means, that many more kills that Siligi will need to make.

As they grow a little older, it would be that much tougher. They would be hungrier, she would need to kill either far more frequently or much larger prey.

Cheetahs, like all predators, naturally have more than their share of failed hunts. And a hunt is possibly most exhausting for a cheetah since they rely on speed to make their kill. Stealth, ambush etc is not their style. Its exhilarating to see a cheetah hunt purely for the speed, skill and the adrenalin rush just watching it brings. But it tires out the cheetah. Totally. They would require an hour or two to recover from the exhaustion.

Now, if a cheetah would need to make more kills to feed more mouths, add to that the number of failed attempts and you can get an idea of how tiring it would be.

Oh, and the challenges don’t stop there.

They also lose a distressingly large percentage of their successful kills. To hyenas, leopards and lions…for more than one reason. Firstly, they are simply too out of breath and tired to put up even a semblance of a fight with any of these. More importantly, they cannot risk a fight. Even a slight injury while protecting her meal might impact her speed and agility and that would put the future at severe risk. Better to recognize the percentages and slink away and hope that the next successful kill and meal aren’t too far away.

The previous evening, we saw a pregnant cheetah leave her kill and walk off. You can see a hyena and a jackal in the background feasting on her efforts

Yeah, add that too to the number of hunts that Siligi would need to make.



We went up the slight incline.  A little rocky and a lot bushy.

Two other vehicles were already there. All of us went around the bushes, wanting to see if the family was resting there. Or, if we need to go elsewhere and continue our search. The family would roam around a fair bit, though one never knows when she has to think of six cubs.

And then we saw her. Standing proud. Graceful.

There she was. Siligi. With her brood around her.

In the open. With her cubs around her. We anxiously counted them. Four…five…is there a sixth or …. ?

We counted anxiously…four, five …yes, there was the sixth one too. Phew !

No stress, all six were around. Running around, sticking together and rather close to the mom who looked very alert. Naturally.

“She will hunt” Antony was confident. Her stomach did not seem to be full and well…six cubs to feed. There were a lot of gazelles around. So prey was available.

They remained in the open for a little while before the entire family slowly moved away to the edge of the hill. They stayed there for quite a while but clearly the entire family seemed to be very interested in something on the other side.

There was something interesting down that slope that deserved such attention

On the other side was a small river or a largish stream and something definitely had caught their interest.

Siligi started the descent and we decided to go over to the other side and to get better positions when they cross the stream and possibly better placed to see Siligi hunt.


Cheetah cubs have this really cute mohawk. A very prominent ridge of fur at the back of the neck running down to the rump. There is a theory that this makes them look like the honey badger and is protective in nature. ( Honey badgers are bad news in the wild. No one, I mean, no one messes with them )

That mohawk is definitely a very cute sight on a boisterous cub.

This mohawk stays prominent till the cubs are around three months of age and then slowly starts to disappear but can still be discernible till the cubs are much older.

Siligi’s cubs were around two to two and a half years old so the mohawks were very prominent.

Cheetah moms can sometimes leave the cubs for almost as long as 48 hours when they are much younger so that she can hunt to sustain her lactating state. The moms are also quite practical. If the food supply is scarce, mothers could abandon her cubs. But, she does try her damnest best to ensure that she protects them.

Of course, as they grow older, the cubs try to help her in the hunt. But, they are more of a nuisance initially. Even when they finally leave the mother, the cubs are not yet fully developed as a hunting machine. That is one of the reasons that the siblings tend to stick together across genders for at least 6-7 months. During this period they become better and then the female goes off on her own. The brothers often continue to stick together.


We had lost the family.

We had crossed the river. Siligi too had made her way down to the river.

And vanished.

We along with the other vehicles ( they too had followed us ) roamed around looking for her in the bushes but not a sight.

“ She will definitely hunt this morning. She won’t waste time”

There was an urgency in Antony’s voice. We had a very real possibility to see her hunt.

On a whim, he decided to cross the river again and go back to the side where we had first seen them.

The gazelles are all alert. That’s the best signal in the wild. They were all looking into one direction.

Siligi has to be there. Behind one of the bushes. Hunting.

There she was.

Under a small tree. Panting.

A Thomson’s gazelle’s inert body lay next to her.

She had made her kill.

Sigli had made her kill. Hidden from all prying eyes.


What followed was any wildlife lover’s dream. Well, maybe it would have made even a total city slicker fall in love with wildlife.

Siligi was catching her breath. While keeping a sharp eye out for any other predators.

Satisfied that the coast was safe, she started crying out for her cubs.

We kept our eyes focused in the direction where Antony said her cubs were last seen. I had lost total sense of direction in all the circles we had made looking for the family !

And then they came. One fur ball followed another. Racing down the dew topped, green slope.

Super cute. Bundles of fur racing down to their mom !

Scampering to their mother. And food. Running on their short little legs, giving out sharp cries every now and then.

The cubs made it straight for the dead gazelle. All of them crowded around the morning’s meal. It was taking them quite a while to get through the skin. Siligi didn’t help. Maybe it was time her cubs learnt to do this on their own. And then we saw that the breach had been made.

The cubs took quite some time to cut through the skin.

The mother stayed away for most of the time. It was a tiny meal and definitely not enough for the kids and her. She would need to hunt again. For herself. This meal was for her kids.

Sigli…keeping a sharp eye for any danger

For now, she kept a sharp eye out.


The cubs had a real go at the food. You could hear the noises clearly as they enjoyed their meal. Teeth against bones. Mews. Irritated noises when one sibling edged out another.

For a long time you could just see one large bundle of fur. All cubs totally focused on their meal.

Maybe the cubs were really ravenous or maybe like kids they don’t know when to stop when a juicy meal is in front of them.

This lil’ one broke off and sized us up carefully. He looked kinda cute, like any baby with its meal all over its face.

Towards the end, Siligi also joined her brood to get a few bites in.

Siligi decides to join in. Looking around to see if its safe for her to focus on the food !

Tummies full, the kids were ready to play. And what a boisterous bunch they were !


First it was a rough game of tag cum ‘let-me-knock-you-down”. A bone of the gazelle became a stick they could play with. The skin of the unfortunate gazelle became a prized possession worth fighting for.

Catch me if you can !! A limb of the poor gazelle has become a plaything !
Ownership battles !! That rag is the skin of the gazelle…well…

They were having a blast and often one of us , eyes firmly glued to the happy scenes in front of us through the camera, would break into a loud chuckle watching them play.

And what is this game called ?

Occasionally, one of the cubs would wander upto Siligi who was resting contentedly and get a thorough cleaning. Or Siligi would walk upto another cub and give that one a fussing over. And when a cub, returns the favour to the mother….total Awww moment for everyone !!

Aww mom !!! That hurts !!!! A cub gets a thorough cleaning up.
“Your eyes are dirty !”
” Thank you, mom !”….seriously heartwarming to see them !

The morning was picture perfect. Warm sun. Green grass. Blue skies. A happy contented family out on a picnic on the meadows.

Incredible scenes. Just incredible.

I mean…how often can one witness such lovely scenes !?!

Once again, for the nth time, I thanked my good fortune that I could witness such a morning.


But, as has often been the case this trip, the morning’s tale doesn’t end there.

Siligi still needed to eat. She had to hunt.

After a nice, lazy time with her kids, she finally got up. Alert. With intent.

Hark ! Who goes there !?

And, suddenly vanished.

We raced after her. Where had she gone !?

And, just like that she reappeared. With another kill.

Boy, this cheetah is incredibly efficient.

Another hunt. Another kill. As simple as that !


The events of the morning played all over again. Siligi cried out to her cubs. And, after a few long worrying minutes, the cubs appeared, one by one, running upto her. They fussed over her, naturally not too interested in the kill after the feast they just had.

Then, something changed. You just got the feeling that there was some tension in the air. The cubs were all alert. All of them looking through the bushes into the distance. When I say alert, I mean really, really alert. The way a 100 meter sprinter is at the racing blocks when the starter has his gun raised.

Suddenly, the cubs were off. They bolted. Madly. Running for their lives. Something had spooked them.

Spooked. They really bolted. They were scared. Very scared.

Siligi was crouching. Watching the same gap her cubs had been staring at just a few seconds ago.

“ A lioness”

Oh boy. Would we be seeing another depressing scene unfold in front of us !

Siligi too had gone off, away from where her cubs had disappeared, presumably to distract the lioness from her cubs.

A vehicle roared into life. It was the rangers. They sped off into the gap. We couldn’t see the action, but apparently one of the rangers got off the jeep. The lioness took the hint and vanished.

After a long, interminable few minutes, Siligi reappeared a little further away, going in search of her cubs. Her food can wait.

Danger averted. For the moment.

That’s how it is in the wild. You never know from where the next danger to your life will spring up. One moment you can be having the time of your life. The next, death will be staring at you.

As we drove away, leaving the family to calm themselves down, one couldn’t help once again marvel at the cheetah mom and her struggles to keep her family alive. Against such unbelievable odds.

Supermom indeed.

SuperMom. Without a doubt.


A few days back got an update.

Siligi and her cubs were not seen for almost ten days. Then they reappeared.

With four cubs.

Two more of the six had died.

Sad, while the news was, maybe it was for the better. Siligi would find it easier to protect four cubs than six. She would find it easier to hunt and kill for four mouths than for six.

Siligi’s fight, and her family’s fight, for their lives will continue to play out in that hilly, densely covered slope she has as her home.

Hopefully, the four cubs make it. The world definitely could do with a few more cheetahs.

Four kids are easier to manage. Hope they make it.








Tales from the Mara I – The lil’ brave cub

When we first saw them, they were two tiny dots, one much smaller than the other, in a sea of a lovely shade of light green.

The Mara had been witnessing rains of a nature that December has rarely seen, and from our vehicle it appeared as if a green carpet has been thrown all over earth’s surface. The wetness from the rain that had just ceased combined with a weak sunlight to throw up a surface that softly sparkled as it swayed to the gentle breeze.

It was a lovely morning.

There was a strange kind of desolation in the way the mother and cub were sitting, heads turning this way and that, occasionally giving out their sharp calls. The gazelles and topis a short distance away, who had first alerted us to the possibility of a predator in the vicinity, were completely ignored.

There was a sad, forlorn air about the two

“ She had two cubs. Where is the second one ?”

That was Antony, who runs the Matira Bush Camp and who was doubling up as our guide.

“ She must have lost one of her cubs. They are crying out for the lost cub”.

It was particularly distressing to hear the cub keep calling out for its missing sibling


Cheetahs are an endangered species. One report says that the current cheetah population in the wild is around 7000 and that this number is expected to decline by more than 50% over the next 15 years !

While we humans have played our usual depressing role in this reduction, even without us, the challenges that face the cheetah are significant.

More than 90% of the cheetah cubs don’t survive beyond the first three months.

Read that again – more than 90% don’t survive.

Female cheetahs are largely solitary animals. Males come together with a female only for the purposes of mating and it’s the female that brings up the cubs.

All on her own.

And, its tough, incredibly tough.

The mother has to leave her cubs, hidden safely while she goes off on a hunt. Often walking long distances to make her kill. Cheetahs also tend to lose a lot of their kills to other predators like hyenas, leopards and lions. If any of these animals appear, they simply walk away, not wanting to risk a fight the conclusion of which is a given. What this means, is simply that the time a mother could be away from her kids could be rather long.

The previous evening, in the middle of a downpour we saw another pregnant cheetah, Amani, being robbed of her kill by a hyena. The way of the wild.

The cubs are in danger all this time. Any predator could stumble upon them.

Quite often, the family might encounter any of the larger predators. In a finely honed routine, the cubs bolt at the slightest indication of danger and the mother tries to confront and distract the predator trying to draw them away from the cubs.

She later comes back to the same spot calling out for her cubs to get reunited.

Anything could have happened to the cubs in the meantime.


The cub was standing a little apart from its mother, looking around disconsolately, crying out occasionally. A lonely, forlorn figure.

It just looked incredibly sad.

Occasionally, the mother would reach out to her cub and give it a reassuring lick. On other occasions, the cub will walk upto its mother for a comforting head bump. The mother had fallen quiet. The cub, still occasionally gave out a sharp cry out for its sibling.

A comforting kiss…
…or a reassuring head bump followed by a quick lick

They stayed where they were. Wet and dejected.

We waited there for a long time. Hoping that soon there will be a return call and we would witness a joyful reunion. Though we knew, that, that was highly unlikely.

When we left them, both of them were lying down, the cub with its head burrowed in the grass.

Sigh. The picture of despondency


We went around, ostensibly looking for other animals to photograph, but also silently looking for any traces of the missing cub. I wasn’t sure what we would do if we saw it but, of course,  we didn’t.

There was a researcher who was studying cheetahs and Antony informed her about the missing cub. She had seen both cubs with the mother that very morning. She narrated her sighting, how the mother and cubs came down a slope, entering a bushy area with a lot of trees and out of her sight.

A terrain where both leopards and hyenas had been sighted earlier.

Everyone is extremely sensitive to the risk that cheetahs face and the rangers are always in the vicinity, often stepping in to protect the cubs but of course, they cannot be and maybe, should not be around everywhere.


When we returned to the scene, the mother and cub were huddled together and the mom was giving the cub a thorough cleaning, an act that was possibly equally comforting to both.

A rather thorough cleaning was under way. It possibly comforted both mother and cub

Soon, they were off.


Walking determinedly in the direction of the same dense terrain the researcher had talked about. Potential prey, a pair of jackals appearing to follow them closely…all were ignored. One of them wandered quite close to the cub and the kid barely gave it a glance. Supreme indifference.

They reached the edge of the tree and bush cover and both of them sat down looking in, calling out, as if willing the missing cub to reappear.

It was somewhere in there that they possibly lost the third member of their small family



Many vehicles came and went. There was nothing much happening. We stayed put along with the researcher’s vehicle.

The mother would regularly get up and walk around sniffing and calling out. The cub stayed put. We wondered how tired and hungry it would be. At some point, the mother would need to give up on her search and hunt.

They didn’t enter the woods. Just walked around the edge. Scanning. Calling. Waiting.


Giving out occasional cries but mostly in silence, they waited

As the sun set, we decided to pack up too and leave, reluctant and quite worried. The area wasn’t very safe for the two cheetahs. We had heard a pair of mating cheetahs and of course, other predators also were around.

The mother and cub stayed there. As we left, one of the last images we had was of the mother giving another reassuring lick to her cub.

And another comforting kiss…my favourite frame of the day

It had been a long, terrible day for the two of them.

But little did either of them know what was in store for them the following day.


The Fast Five.

When these guys move…the famous soundtrack from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly plays in my mind. Total cowboys these guys.

A unique coalition of cheetahs. Not all five of them are brothers – three of them are. No one knows how they came to form the group, but they have been together for quite a few years. They roam around as if they own the entire earth and no territory seems to bound them. They could be in the centre of the Mara one day and in the Conservancy the next day.

But right now they were smack in the centre of the Mara. We had spent most of the day with them. We saw them botch up a hunt of an old topi, waited for them to regain their breath and watched a magnificent hunt.

Now their stomachs were full, but they were still roaming around.

They had feasted on a large kill. Their bulging stomachs tell the tale

Not too far from Selenkei and her surviving cub.


Male lions, when they attack the lions of another pride or when the oust the reigning males of a pride, kill all the cubs. This is to both ensure the dominance of their genetic streak and also to get the lioness in heat so that they can mate with them.

The Fast Five had seen Selenkei.

That moment we realise that Selenkei and her cub have been spotted

She had crouched low in the grass that was fairly abundant thanks to the unseasonal rain, made her cub lie even lower in the grass.

Selenkei slinks low into the grass, her cub snuggling close to her…watching the approaching Five

But she was still seen.

The Fast Five were going to mark their territory at a nearby tree but now they were focused on her. They were making a bee line to Selenkei.

Our hearts sank. What fresh hell awaited Selenkei and her cub ?

Will the Fast Five kill the cub just as male lions do with cubs of another pride ?


The rangers now swung into action.

To us onlookers we couldn’t get a clear sense of what they were doing. First they tried to ward off the Fast Five onto a different direction.

They failed.

The Fast Five continued relentlessly.

As they reached very close to Selenkei the rangers appeared again. One of them even got out of the vehicle with a gun in his hand.

Meanwhile, in our vehicle, Antony was getting agitated.


Lions do kill the cubs of another pride.

A female cheetah however mates with multiple males and it is never very clear which male would actually be the father.

When a male cheetah meets a female they would be mainly keen to see if the female is in heat. They do this be sniffing her urine. A female cheetah who has cubs will not be in heat and the males usually simply move on, since they also have no clue if the cub is his or not.

All this is science.

But can we depend on it ? Antony was sanguine about the outcome of the interaction.


Antony somehow managed to communicate to the rangers to leave the Fast Five alone and that they will not harm Selenkei and the cubs.

They moved close to the two.

There was a lot of action that was going on. The five males had circled both Selenkei and her cub and we could see a lot of snarling and baring of teeth at the two. The mother would hiss right back but mostly stayed down looking up at the other males.

The standoff. The Fast Five stayed close to her. The cub is sitting bravely while you can see the mother lying on the ground

Often some of the cheetahs will drift away from the mother and cub but still keeping a close eye on them. And then one of them will walk up, sniff the mother’s scent, snarl at the cub. The others will join in and again we will all be back to worrying on what will happen next.

It was during these interactions that we saw that this cub was one plucky one ! It would snarl right back at the males and on a couple of occasions the tiny thing leapt up at the male when it came too close to it !

Despite Antony’s complete nonchalance and conviction about the end result, all of us were worried. Very nervous. It would have taken any of the males just a second to kill the cub

We stayed there for a long time and the same cycle repeated time and again.

There was the obvious point – if the Fast Five wanted to kill the cub, they would have done it rightaway.

Maybe they won’t.

The sun was setting and we got some awesome images. The story hadn’t ended but we had to leave.

The Fast Five didnt leave. They stayed put as the sun set.

When we left, the Fast Five were still around the mother and cub.


The next day we eagerly asked for any news.

As Antony had said, the Fast Five had left the mother and cub and had moved over to the Conservancy.

The mother and cub had lived to fight another day.

Their struggles will continue. Their fight for survival will continue. The lions, the leopards, the hyenas all will continue to be predators and Selenkei will need to use all her wiles to protect her cub from them.

The image of the lil cub bravely jumping at five full grown males will stay with me. I hope it makes it.

I am sure anyone who had spent some time with the mother and cub over the two days would be rooting big time for the plucky lil cub. Like we were.

Cheers to you, kiddo !

Hope you stick around, kiddo !















The Top 10 from Brazil

I always thought that making lists is a little boring. Also, a bit presumptuous.

That its too early for me to start making such lists of my photos – after all, isn’t it the really accomplished guys who have the right to make such lists and share their knowledge ?

But when you return from a trip to a place as wonderful as Brazil and that too with more than 10,000 images, you are tempted to make that list. Even if its only because of the challenge of the task. With much reluctance, I decided to indulge myself in this rather pointless exercise 🙂

So here goes.

I laid down a few rules or guidelines for myself.

Not more than three images of jaguars. Cos its so tempting to put many of these fantastic creatures, especially when you have got so many images. And, while there were some truly brilliant birds out there, just of them sitting on a perch, looking pretty…well, can be avoided, unless there’s some interesting play of light and shadows. That ideally  there should be some action in the image, some story that the image says. Ideally.

It was tough making the list. My favorite, the toucans, don’t make it. Terrible, really. The macaws don’t. The kingfishers don’t. So many beautiful birds taken with some dreamy background don’t.

10. The Buff necked ibis :


I loved the dreamy background to the pic and that’s what helped it make the list. Plus, it has a slightly startled look and that bit of mud sticking to its beak, all added to the image. Taking the pic however, was no challenge. We were in the boat and the bank was at a height and there was this lone ibis busy foraging for its breakfast. One just had to aim and shoot. No hurry.

But that background. Sigh. Heaven.

9. The Blonde Crested Woodpecker :


Maybe the woodpecker is just sitting on a perch looking pretty. But then, woodpeckers rarely sit in one place for long and maybe I can justify it further that it was caught in the middle of an act of hunting for its grub and wasn’t just idly sitting :).  Also, those colours in that lovely background stand out really well and is such a strong message of the beauty that lies around us.

8. The  Jaguar :


First of the three. And it fought a tough battle with another image I had of a jaguar with a caiman. Maybe there is no visible action in this frame. Love the mix of golden light and darkness of the background. And look at that stare. So much of menace. As if it is sizing us up. And not liking what it is seeing.

We saw this jaguar early one morning. The rising sun behind us throwing the most wonderful golden light on this magnificent creature. And, only one other boat with us so there was no jostling for space.

Total bliss.

7. Aracari :


What a stunning bird.

Those colours. That brilliant design on its beak. That odd shaped head. What a bird !! I loved the way this pic got it looking down its long nose disapprovingly at me. While capturing both the lovely colours and that design of the beak. Maybe with a greater DoF, the tip of the beak would have been sharper but this way,  those eyes pop up that much more prominently, which I liked.

6. Yellow Fronted Woodpecker :


There are a few overblown highlights. Other than, of course, the fact that this woodpecker is such a beauty, I loved the way the sun from behind the subject ( never ideal ) throws some brilliant light on the woodpecker’s head and the lower part stays a bit darker.

5. The Jaguar  :


The second of the three. This is an image I have often dreamt of taking. It was also an image that I thought I had screwed up cos rather idiotically, I wasn’t prepared for this to happen. A jaguar coming out of the water has to shake off the water. And I was unprepared for it. Rather unforgivable. I was quite convinced that I hadn’t got a good shot when I reacted after the jaguar started its routine. In the end, however, it came out well. I liked the way the neck is twisted showing the vigorousness of the shake. Also, quite loved the way the distant dark background helps highlight the spray of water.

4. Toucanet backlit :


Pure luck. The toucanet landed in the well shaded back porch. It was at this point sitting in an even darker place. I was in the really well lit open front when we got the message that the toucanets have arrived. I rushed to the back. Yes, without changing the settings. And then proceeded to make the next elementary mistake of taking the pic from the even darker interiors of the room. Fortunately, a quick look at the image made me realize the opportunity I have of making some good, different image.  The light accentuates the most prominent parts of this striking bird…its beak and that head.

3. Toucanet peering down :


Sometimes a 600mm lens can be a problem. Especially when the subject isn’t too far away and there isn’t space behind you to back away into. How on earth does one take an interesting pic ? There’s hardly any space to maneuver. And hardly much breathing space to provide an image…I so hate tight shots.

Then I saw the toucanet kept bending forward and took this image. Got that much needed space at the bottom too. And, a shallow DoF made that head and especially those beautiful red painted eyes the focus as the tail of the bird is really fuzzy. Loved this.

2. Jabiru stork landing :


Sometimes, an opportunity just plops down onto your lap.

We were shooting some otters frolicking in the water.  With the sun falling on them, the opportunities were splendid. Just then, we got a whisper that a Jabiru stork was about to land and I could turn around and squeeze in a few quick shots. Just in time. The sun, that was behind us for the otters was now right in front of us. What would have been a very ordinary shot of a bird landing in the shallow waters now turned out to be a delight of gold and black.

1. The Jaguar :


The funniest thing about this pic was that I just don’t remember taking this.

Usually, when you are taking pics, you just remember the ones that you believe would be really good ones and you rush to take a look at them when you are back. Maybe, we just had such an embarrassment of riches when it came to jaguar sightings that this slipped from the mind.

Loved the way the light plays here and catches the jaguar leaving bulk of the rest of the image in the dark. I got another one where the jaguar is looking ahead, so the light falls completely on its face but sadly I felt the rest of the body posture was not as appealing. This one encapsulates my abiding memory of the jaguar – alert. Tense. Ready.

In retrospect, it was not only fun making this list but I think it also made it a lot clearer to me the sort of images I should try to capture.




Tales from Brazil V – Winding up at Southwild

Southwild Pantanal Lodge.

Our last stop. It is located a little off the Transpantaneira, on the banks of the Pixaim River was in many ways the perfect place to wind up our trip. Especially after the adrenaline filled safaris looking for the magnificent cat that the jaguar is.

Quiet and seemingly cut off, we could walk around unhurriedly around its sprawling lands seeing different types of birds or go down and sit by the river to watch a kingfisher or a raptor swoop down or follow a heron as it stealthily  tracks its prey in the water or smile at the small little cardinals stealing a quick bath.

Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Absolutely lovely.


The Southwild had multiple stuff for us to do. Horseback riding. Walk down trails for birdwatching with a few howler monkeys and capuchin monkeys thrown in for variety. Boat rides to see both water birds and forest birds. Observation towers to watch birds and get some unique angles.

Alas, we were here for less than 24 hours. And, while many of us rued the fact that we were spending such a short time at a place that offered such wonderful opportunities, its so tough to squeeze in all the places that this wondrous country has to offer in just ten days !!

We were also here with a very specific objective – or two. Try to see the shy ocelot. Everything was a bonus. But, what lovely bonuses they were !



Meaning, ‘swollen neck’ in the Tupi Guarani language. Very appropriate, one might say. These pouches serve a rather useful purpose – Like other storks, this one too will intake a large mouthful of water, along with the fish, and it will keep the fish safe in the pouch while filtering out the water. Nature and its little tricks.

There was an observation tower that stood tall in reasonable proximity to a really tall tree on top of which was a nest. And that was the nest where the Jabiru storks have been coming in for years and right when we were visiting, the eggs had hatched !

So, it was to the observation tower that a couple of us headed off to as soon as we got off our vehicle.

The Jabiru Stork. The pouch is looking a little more prominent here than it usually does
The chicks ! If you look carefully there is a second one lying down. Its single eye can be seen through the cluster of twigs


The rest of the afternoon was spent walking around the area around the lodge.

Such abundance ! We were back to seeing the amazingly richly coloured birds that this region possesses.

The brilliant orange troupial, the cardinals, the tanagers made a re-entry into our lives, scaled doves, swallows….boy, the birds were just everywhere !

The orange troupial,..I could not get a single pic without any man made equipment making it into the frame 😦
One normally ignores the doves. At least, I do. Saw this one wandering around, went down to ground level and got a rather nice shot. A scaled dove.
The Kiskadee. With a titbit in its mouth. We saw them throughout our trip
This swallow stretches luxuriously. One more day getting over.

The moment that I really loved was to watch a pair of cardinals take a series of leisurely dips in the waters.

To dip or not to dip.
Now, that water is just too tough to resist
Aahhh….that felt good !!


Soon, the light faded and we got ready for a guided walk into the wooded areas where we were clearly told we were not supposed to enter alone.

Phone lights blinking on and off, we walked in a quiet line, occasionally bumping into each other, with the occasional anxious query about the likelihood of snakes being voiced and we reached a small clearing.

Here, if we were lucky will be where the ocelot will appear.

Ocelots are about twice as large as a house cat. They are gorgeously sleek and that is the main reason why their numbers dwindled extremely worryingly – the insatiable demand of us humans for fur. They are largely nocturnal and that is the reason we were huddled together at this clearing at night. Rabbits, rodents, frogs form part of their diet and unlike most cats and like the more famous cat of the Pantanal, the ocelot isn’t averse to getting into the water and hence, fish is also part of its diet.

It so happened that we didn’t have to wait for long. An ocelot soon peeped at us. A furtive glance before it vanished. Then a braver step closer to the clearing. A quick dart and grab. Poof ! It vanishes.

And, thus it went. For a fairly long time. The clearing was rather generously lighted up so taking pics wasn’t a problem. And not for the first time did I wish for a even smaller lens than my 200-500 !! To get the entire cat in one frame was quite a challenge !

Presenting…the ocelot ! A really skittish creature that will bolt at the slightest noise

What I completely failed to notice while busy clicking was the fact that this particular cat clearly had had quite a tangle with a porcupine and the results of that encounter were left on its face. There were a few quills still protruding from different parts of its face !!

Notice the quill sticking out just above the nose ?

Wow !


We just had a few hours to enjoy the next day. And then this trip to this magical country comes to a close.

But, boy, was I looking forward to the morning !

First of all, my good friends, the toucans were supposed to make a presence in the morning. And the usual place they show up had the most outstanding background that one could wish for !

And then, we were to go on the river where the highlight would be to watch various birds swoop down to catch fish. Its always a lovely photo-op !

But, first the toucans 🙂

The toucans have this habit of tossing up their food before swallowing it and its rather nice to capture that
Dreamy background. That is what first struck us when we saw them and the background didnt disappoint in the images

And the other denizens of the morning !

Another dove, another ground level shot as this one goes walk-a-about
This busy lil thing is the Saffron Finch ( male )
The Sayaca Tanager, this one seemed rather grumpy this morning…hadnt seen this tanager earlier. If I believed in cloning, I would have gladly removed that branch on the right
The Golden Hour….lovely light and the layout of the place gives some really awesome background
The Orange troupial with a brilliant background…notice that offending green top at the bottom ? Ugh !

And soon we were on the boat. And even if the most awaited part of the ride, at least for me, was the birds swooping into take the fish, we went around the river and spied on some of its other occupants.

This ornery looking gentleman was one of the first sightings. Looking faintly like some superhero ready to fly
The Agami Heron. A brilliantly beautiful heron. The boatman took us a little deep into the foliage where this guy was busy looking for food. The light was really poor here
The snail hawk. A rather fierce looking character. Could be because of those brilliant red eyes.
And can we ever not have these kingfishers around us ? Not a chance. They are everywhere !
Including sitting on the boats we were in

And, then came the…yes, finally. And I sorta screwed up. So, how it is done is that the boatman throws a fish from the lot that he is carrying while near a few raptors and a few kingfishers and then we aim for the spot where the dead fish is floating, wait for the bird to swoop down and simply go crazy clicking.

Easy, right ?

Well…got a few half decent pics but screwed up most of them. And by the time I got an idea of what I was doing wrong we were done.

Gotcha ! A kingfisher scoops up the fish…
…and triumphantly flies off with it
Got a few nice clicks of the caracara also tasting success. But missed all the other raptors

Next time, I guess 🙂

And, in that slightly anti-climactic fashion, our memorable trip came to an end.


The BTDT ( Been There Done That ) Tips :

Places to travel in Brazil :

You cannot cover all the places you want to in one trip. Not happening. Unless you are taking a few months off. So, best is to decide which places you want to go to, which is a function of what is it that you really want to see.

I must say that our trip was fabulously planned ( thanks Praveen !! ). We managed to squeeze in the maximum possible in the days available and tried to get a look at as many different aspects of wildlife as possible.

We saw the lovely, stunningly colourful birds of the Atlantic rainforest at Trilha dos Tucanos. Then, we made the right stop en route to Porto Joffre to see the lovely toucans, the aracari and other water birds before spending truly action packed days on the river at Pantanal ( North Pantanal, by the way ). Where it practically rained jaguars and when it wasn’t there were birds all around to satisfy even the greediest photographer ! And on our way back, we stopped to see the ocelot and all the other goodies that came as the bonus.

We flew in to Sao Paulo, did a roadtrip to the first place, then flew to Cuiaba for the second leg.

So, decide what you want to see, in discussion with the company that is organizing your trip and pick and choose. Try to avoid peanut buttering, try to ensure a decent amount of stay in the right places. Again, depending on what your preference of wildlife is J

Who to go with :

We did our first leg to Trilha dos Tucanos with Supreet Sahoo ( ) who runs Tropical Phototours. Simply outstanding experience. He and Sergio were absolutely spot on with their planning and control of how our days were spent at Trilha. Of course, their intimate knowledge of the birds and their behaviour along with the fact that both of them are superb photographers themselves, was hugely helpful. I would recommend them without a moment’s hesitation.

The second leg, all the days to go to the Pantanal and back was with the wonderful Fabiano who runs Biodiverse Brazil Tours. ( ).

What can I say about Fabiano ? It was an awesome experience with him. Not only is he an absolutely fantastic naturalist but he knows so much about the culture, the history and background of places that we can pepper him with questions and get so much of knowledge about the country. And, yes, his knowledge of the birds and animals and their behaviour is practically encyclopaedic. Most importantly, he is thoroughly professional and knows when to be firm, when to be chilled out.

Another person I would highly recommend to anyone going to Brazil.

Food :

Well, if you have been reading my blogs, then you would know I am not the best person to talk about food :), so its broad generalities that you will get here !

For non vegetarians, it’s a dream place. You get lots of meat. And fish. For vegetarians, it’s a bit of a struggle. Rice and beans are there everywhere, so that’s one bit that’s taken care of. But that alone can get trying. Always a good idea to inform well in advance that you are vegetarians so that enough vegetables are procured for the salads. Of course, if you eat egg as most of the vegetarians in the group did, life becomes much easier. Else, as many Indians tend to do, it would be a good idea to take with you lots of packaged Indian food. Fabiano, having had first hand experience with a group of vegetarians had thoughtfully stocked up on a lot of yoghurt. Helps big time !!

And what made it even better for us was that Praveen was a cook par excellence and he loved to cook ! So, life really was quite easy on the food part. But if you are not so lucky, take a few packaged stuff with you.

Weather, clothes etc etc :

We went in August. That’s peak season since its from July that the water starts receding in the Pantanal and the jaguar sightings especially are really high.

At the Trilha dos Tucanos, the weather was lovely. It rained off and on, but the weather was brilliant. A trifle chilly in the morning but broadly pleasant. Take a rain jacket and rain covers for your gear as a necessary precaution if you are going there.

At the Pantanal, while it can be a little chilly in the morning and especially when you are speeding on the boat, it would be good to be a little layered up. The rest of the time it can be quite sunny. Always a good idea to have hats as a protection.

Rest of the clothes ? Try to wear light full sleeved shirts and full pants. Mainly as protection against the simply amazing number of mosquitoes and all the other bugs that are there, especially on the Pantanal.

Of course, it can just be a little precaution cos those miserable bugs just get to you regardless. I had taken with myself some repellent sprays and creams but none of them had any effect. They are everywhere.  ( If you zoom into many of my pics you would see them on many of the animals and birds ) Just check this pic of the jaguar in the water to get what I mean. Zoom in and there’s this guy sitting on the jag’s nose. And stayed put throughout the swim across the river.


It might be a good idea to buy something local when you land there. We didn’t and we returned with some rather visible souvenirs especially on the wrists and the ankles. Its quite a nuisance to see one settle down on your hands just as you are focusing on a wonderful bird or a jaguar in front of you, but that’s the way it is.

All in all….Brazil is far away and it is one heck of a journey to get there ( and the jet lag is a real pain especially when I returned ) but…but its such an absolutely stunning place. There is so much to see and so much diversity. Just between the North and the South Pantanal, apparently there is a world of a difference !!

So, if you like wildlife, if you like photography, pack your bags.

You won’t regret it. Ever.







Tales from Brazil IV : Oh the wonderful things you can see on Mulberry Street ! ( with apologies to Dr Seuss ! )

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

I could feel a tiny rivulet of sweat start its journey from the back of my neck, rapidly accelerating in its descent .

It was hot. Very hot.

Another one of those pesky flies or bugs buzzed and settled comfortably on my hand that lay lightly on my camera. Too tired to swat at it, I just shook it away irritably. I knew it will be back soon.

There were two jaguars out there behind the bushes. We could see the odd movement and the flick of a tail or a raised paw, but nothing more.

So, we waited. And waited.

Patience, of course, is the name of the game in the wild.


However, to be honest, patience wasn’t usually much required in the Pantanal. Simply, due to the stunning density and diversity of wild life on the river.

Almost smack in the middle of the South American continent, below the Amazon basin and to the east of the Andes, all famous names, lies an unfamiliar name on the map – Pantanal.

The Pantanal…I picked this off a book and forgot to note the name 😦 …would have loved to give the credit

The Pantanal is a sprawling river delta where the water levels rises and recedes several meters and forms an unbelievable ecosystem thriving with life, a sanctuary to some of the most spectacular birds and animals. Birds and beasts carrying some lovely names, strange shapes and brilliant colours live, nay, thrive here.

A paradise for any nature lover.

Capybaras, tapirs, ocelots, crab eating foxes, caimans, giant anteaters, giant otters, the howler and the capuchin monkeys, monitor lizards, caimans, not to speak of the famed anaconda and the jaguar…

The Capuchin monkey….saw these frisky animals only a couple of times and never got a great shot
The very last pic as we left the Pantanal

And I haven’t yet even started on the birds. The Hyacinth macaws, the savannah hawk, the jacana, the jacamar, the plover, the cocoi heron, the rufus tiger heron, the buff necked ibis…

The Pantanal occupies an impressive 66,000 square miles. That’s a heck of a lot of area. And, the North and the South Pantanal are completely different in terms of the wildlife inhabiting it.

Well, why am I saying all this to convey the sense of the density and the diversity of the place ?

Lets just digest this nugget of information – in the Pantanal, you can find 3,500 plant species, 656 bird species, 325 species of fish, 159 mammals, 53 amphibians and 98 reptiles.

Read those numbers again.


We stayed on a house boat – the Jacare. The caiman as its known locally.

The Jacare – our home for the four nights we spent at the Pantanal
The other, more commonly found Jacare…

While we take the speed boats for the safari, our place of stay is on a house boat, one of many that are anchored around. Staying on a houseboat is much more convenient other than, of course, the points you score in sounding casually exotic when you drop the line,’ Oh we spent 4 nights on a houseboat in the Pantanal” :).

You simply save such a lot of time just reaching the river from any of the lodges. More time on the river, more wildlife you see. Simple.

A typical day begins quite early. We set off even before the sun starts lazily peeping over the horizon. Its rather chilly early in the morning and the speed of the boat as it scythes through the water adds to the wind chill. Caps and scarves to protect the head, thick sweaters or jackets to guard against the chill we set off curious to see what the day holds in store for us.

What delights will unveil themselves today ?


If you want to see jaguars, the Pantanal is the place. North Pantanal specifically. Over 8 safaris we had around 20-25 sightings. Now, anyone who has gone to any forest would agree that is some strike rate.

But, the thing about the Pantanal is that its not only about jaguars. There is just so much more to see. So much more.

You go down the winding river and take a detour into one of those narrower branches off the main river. So narrow that if there is another boat coming from the opposite side it becomes a bit of a squeeze and you often duck to avoid hitting the overhanging branches.

But, oh the treasures that lie here ! So many birds !! These waters are simply teeming with life !! Birds, big and small and of course, with such vivid colours !

We can wait next to a kingfisher as it looked this way and that, went off for a sortie and return to the same perch.

This Ringed Kingfisher sizes us up …worth a meal ?
An Amazon Kingfisher or is it a male Green Kingfisher ?

Or admire at the vivid colours of the Jacamar as it flitted from one branch to the other.

The Jacamar…such a pretty bird with such a pretty name…repeat the name slowly, love the way it rolls off the tongue !

Or watch a Black Collared Hawk slowly dismember a rather plump fish that it had caught.

We spent a long time with this guy as it focused on devouring its tasty meal

Or watch a cocoi heron on a perch with a lovely background or stroll past you with a nice meal in its mouth.

The Cocoi Heron…sun in the right direction, nice background…what more could you ask for ?
For some reason this heron kept walking with its prey for a long long time instead of eating it

Or study the Caracara as it kept a steady vigil on the waters below before putting in a swift dive and coming up with a fish, so large that it struggled to carry it up the slope.

I love the Southern Caracara…both for its oddly shaped head and its name. This one is nothing but pure focus as it studies the waters
And then …success !!! It struggles off with a real heavy catch !!

We admired the rather aptly named Screamer looking impassively down at us, and clicked away furiously at the savannah hawk perched rather royally on a branch and looked at vultures as they patrolled the banks so close to us that I struggled to get the entire bird in my frame.

The Screamer…we heard it much more than we saw it. But must say the name, while appropriate, was disappointing. So ordinary 🙂 I wonder what the local name is for it
The Black Vulture looked rather solemn this evening…must have had a tough day

We learnt the existence of a bird cutely called the potoo. Never heard of it ? Well, potoo fossils have been found that are 40 million years old ! They are like nightjars – they hunt during the night, sleep during the day, which explains why it was always difficult to immediately know which way they were facing !!

The Great Potoo !!! Had never ever heard of this bird ! What a lovely name !

We once landed at the corner of a sandy expanse of land which had a really large number of skimmers and terns at the other end and desperately tried to get some sharp pictures of these birds as they flew around. Both these birds are incredibly fast in the air ( the terns more so ) and it was a lovely challenge to try to capture their images… I failed to get any wall hanger :).

The sheer joy of being alive !!! This skimmer seems unable to contain its excitement !
Yeah…just about managed to fit it in the frame !

We watched in awe as Jabiru stork landed gracefully on the shallow water with the early morning sun behind it giving an unbelievable golden hue to the scene.

A Jabiru Stork lands…got a split second warning that its landing, could squeeze off a few shots…quite happy with the result

And lots more. Lots and lots more.

The Wattled Jacana ( ah the name ! ) looks rather glumly at us intruders
We spent a long time with this Buff necked Ibis…the shore was at a height from our boat and we could easily get eye level shots with a dreamy background. Bliss.
This cute little bundle is the White headed marsh Tyrant…it was remarkably unafraid of our proximity !
A Pied Plover goes for a leisurely stroll
“Do I detect a fish there ? ” A Great Black Hawk seems to wonder
The Striated Heron decides to give us a good shot
The Black Capped Donacobius…now why on earth would you name any bird, let alone a pretty one like this as ” Donacobius” ????
A Roadside hawk sitting by the riverside ( sorry ! 🙂 )


Such a pretty bird is the blue crowned trogon and I missed getting a clean complete shot 😦
The Tropical Kingbird…remarkably similar to the Kiskadee, the only discernible difference I could see was the patch around the eye
The Pale Legged Hornero spots something interesting


Did I mention the giant otters ?

A giant otter wonders if it should dive

On a couple of mornings, as the sun was winning a muted but one sided battle with the chill, we sat in our boat watching a small group of otters frolicking about. These are such delightful creatures ! Its great fun to see them, all sleek and shiny, as they kept darting around, vanishing underwater in one place, coming up somewhere far away , more often than not, with an unfortunate fish in its mouth. Which it will proceed to leisurely gnaw at giving many a photo-op.

Its lovely to watch it have its meal…full of enthu !

The giant otter is the one animal that the jaguar is a little wary of. Otters are quite ferocious and extremely agile in the water ( some locals apparently call the otter as the “aquatic jaguar’ ) and it also roams around in groups that take care of each other. Even such a strong and ferocious animal like the jaguar is known to avoid getting into the water if it notices the giant otters nearby. Well…that’s impressive. I never knew that !



The best time to visit the Pantanal is after July, when the monsoon has ended and the waters have started receding revealing the sandy stretches where caimans come up to bask in the sun and the jaguars appear to prey on them. Dead branches are visible onto which jaguars frequently climb and observe the world around them. On one occasion, we saw a caiman do that, on a branch that was poking out of the water. I couldn’t help but wonder what the caiman would have thought when it decided to clamber up that branch and get a different perspective of the world. It seemed rather pleased with itself but I thought it reckless. In case a jaguar saw it, it would have been a sitting duck for a meal !

My…doesnt this caiman look rather pleased with itself ??

Trees abound on either side, resplendent with some brilliantly vivid colours of red and yellow in between the lovely green that the other trees flaunted.

The banks were an unruly mass of bushes, dried branches, thick trees with splashes of red and yellow thrown in for variety

fullsizeoutput_6f4There were times when we slowed the speed of the boat and drifted a little aimlessly, waiting for the next announcement on the radio, just soaking in the beauty that seemed to lie so carelessly sprawled all around us. Pristine, raw, silent but always watchful.

The Vochysia tree…yeah and danger lurks behind the beauty


One afternoon, after a particularly spectacular morning filled with unbeatable sightings, we went off in the opposite direction to our usual safaris. We went to a place where the Hyacinth macaws can be seen.

The Hyacinth macaws are the largest macaws and actually the largest in the entire parrot family. It has a stunning deep cobalt colour all over its body with a brilliantly bright yellow around its eyes and under its beak. We had missed seeing them earlier at Pouso Alegre and I was rather desperate to see them here.

The Hyacinth Macaw is such a pretty bird…such a fantastic blue !
The Combed and The Uncombed

We did. They were all around but unfortunately I really didn’t get any truly spectacular picture of them. I spent hours trying, but rarely got a good clean shot. Such is life 🙂

Those beaks can be really strong !

But then there were the other birds…the currasows proudly strutting about with their unbelievably stylish hairdo, the guans, the turquoise fronted parrot and so many more.

The Chestnut bellied guan strikes a pose as the setting sun really shows off its colours
The proud, haughty look of the bare faced curassow
The Bare faced Curassow…with such a hairdo even I might strut around
The Turquoise fronted Parakeet
The Crested Oropendula made a brief appearance, thought it was a very handsome character

It was a comparatively relaxed afternoon, spent walking around on firm ground after a long time and soon it was time to head back home to our house boat. As we started our journey back, the sun setting behind the trees, the temperature dipping providing some much needed respite from the heat, a group of macaws flew high above us, behaving like perfect hosts escorting us to the door.


The capybaras.

You cannot miss them. They are everywhere, looking faintly comical, their unathletic frames resting either on the banks or in the river. Every fibre of their body seems to be perpetually alert, which they well might better be, cos they are clearly one juicy meal for both the jaguars and the caimans.

The do look adorable, dont they ?

They are superb swimmers and we usually saw them very close to the waters and at the slightest hint of a threat they leap into the waters. The slightest of noise is enough for them to take a frantic jump with a loud alarm call. On shore, we often saw two of them sitting facing opposite sides. That way they can see danger from all sides.

The capybaras are the largest rodent in the rodent family. Rodent ? This large animal is a rodent !??? An adult male can be as heavy as a human being !! Rodent ! Wow…makes one look at them with renewed respect !

There are some rather interesting facts about the capybaras.

They eat their own dung to extract maximum nutrition. Well.

Their facial features are located near the top of their heads to allow them to see and breathe while swimming. That explains their slightly weird shaped heads. Fascinating.

They are agile swimmers all right…but are fast on land too. For all their bulk, they can hit 35 kmph of speed on land…that’s as fast as a horse !!! Let no one talk of reducing weight for speed from now on to any athlete !


Another aspect that I loved about the Pantanal was their rules. Both concerning the wildlife as well as the etiquette while on a safari.

The speed boats cannot get too close to a jaguar. I think the minimum distance is around 20 feet. They have to give that much personal space to the animal. Lovely.

If the jaguar is near the edge of the water, there is a high probability that it will enter the water for a swim or to cross over to the other side. The boats willingly listen to each other and spread around giving the jaguar the needed space to swim across.

Since most of the subjects are on land and us photographers on the boat and the boats naturally being on water aren’t stationary, there is always the risk of other boats appearing in front of you. And, the rule is that you cannot stand in your boat if there is even a single boat behind you cos you might come in their way.

A jaguar clearly has been sighted. Not very clear since you can see someone more intent on taking photos of their friends instead of the animal :)…soon, there will be a rush and the rules kick in

So half the time you are looking behind you to see if any boat has drifted behind you which would mean that you need to sit down.

I liked that. Polite. Considerate. Even when you are in the middle of the frenzy that comes over when you see mindblowing wildlife in action in front of you.

I also liked the fact that these are rules framed by the association of those who offer the safaris. Not rules laid down by the government. Self regulation is always  better.


We spent four days on the Pantanal.

Four unforgettable, magical days. And for all the magnificient wildlife that got served to us, there was so much that we missed seeing. We got only glimpses of the capuchin and the howler monkeys. We didn’t see the giant anteaters. We didn’t see the crab eating fox.

But what we saw was spectacular in both quantity and variety. Simply mindblowing.

A vulture provides the perfect silhouette against the rising sun…full credit to Fabiano for this shot. He saw an opportunity and we waited for almost 15 minutes for the sun to reach the precise spot !

We started and ended our trip in almost exactly the same way.

As we wound our way to our houseboat on our first day, we saw an anaconda tightly wound up on a rock. And when we were making our final trip from the houseboat to our waiting jeep, we saw not one, but two anacondas separately making their way on the rocks. I think it meant something deep but can’t for the world figure out what 🙂 🙂

An eight nine footer…impressively thick tho not as much as you would have seen in the movies !
Ominous music can play in the background right now

But despite the throbbing wild life around us, despite the many breathtaking moments that we had on the Pantanal, the most magical moments for me were during the return journey at the end of each day.

Sigh….such beauty !

The light fading. The temperature dipping. The sun blinking its presence from behind the treetops. The sun changing its colour from the lovely, full of life, blue to a quieter, thoughtful shade. The mood in the boat matches that, all of us thoughtful, thinking of those moments of the day that we would never forget, wondering how those pictures that we thought are great, will show up on the monitor screen.

And we return at the end of another day full of magic and discovery !

And, not for the first time, I would thank my stars for being so fortunate that I could make this trip and savour the beauty that this lovely land has to offer.

















Tales from Brazil III – ’tis rainin’ jaguars !!!

“ We got a sighting.”

The handset crackles, voices exchange messages and those are the magic words from Fabiano, uttered unbelievably coolly, that make us sit up, grasp our cameras a little tighter, all tense and alert.

There is a dramatic change in the mood on our speedboat which was till then ambling along at a gentle speed. The engine roars, we take a sharp turn and then we take off, rapidly accelerating , bouncing off the water, the water spraying us liberally.

We take an exciting, wide, tantalizingly angled turn as the river curves and a couple of such pulsating turns later we know we are close to our destination.

The tell tale sign is always the cluster of boats. And if you can see the occupants on the boat standing up with their cameras pointing  instead of sitting casually, then you can be rather certain that it could be a good sighting.

What is it going to be ?

A jaguar sleeping ?

A jaguar on a tree ? Or on the prowl ?

Or will it be that pinnacle of all sightings…a jaguar on a hunt ?


The yaguara.

Or the yaguareté.

Early reports, and many still quote these, said the word yaguara means “a beast that kills its prey with one leap”. While this origin sounds definitely more thrilling and appealing, sadly, this has been challenged and might not be the real deal.

The current belief is that yaguareté  would have probably meant “the real fierce beast” which would be how the people would have naturally seen it.

Despite the doubts of its provenance, its easy to see why the original meaning made sense.

The jaguar doesn’t rely on speed to kill its prey. It is more the stalk and ambush type of predator. The jaguar slowly walks down the forest paths or the sandy banks, always on the lookout for a possible prey and it usually attacks from cover and from the target’s blind spot.

I am no expert, but I haven’t seen any other cat that is so ON all the time. It seems  alert and ready to pounce ALL the time.

But its after the pounce that the jaguar has a style that is uniquely its own among the big cats. Its jaws clamps down on the back of the head of the prey, piercing  directly through the bones of the skull between the ears of prey with its canine teeth, piercing the brain. Or it could leap onto the back of its prey and sever the cervical vertebrae.

Yes, I can understand why “a beast that kills its prey with one bound” sounded plausible.

Regardless of the disputes over its etymology, the one indisputable fact was that we were finally in the land of the yaguareté.

And it was raining jaguars.


We had reached the houseboat we were staying in, around lunch time and the plan was to leave by around 2.30 pm on the speed boat for our first boat safari.

We had just about started when the radio crackled, a sound we would get very used to soon, and our boat accelerated, suddenly moving with a far more purposeful air.

And then we rounded a bend and could see the other speed boats. Crowded together.

Lot of other boats ? People standing ? Cameras out ? There HAS to be a jaguar !

We slowed down, all of us eagerly peering into the dense undergrowth for any sign of movement.

Then, emerged our first jaguar.

My first jaguar. Within 30 minutes of the first safari. Staring at us. So close that my lens could not take the entire body in the frame. Phew !

It popped out from behind the bushes, peered at us, looked around and after posing there for enough time for the camera junkies to go berserk, walked up a broken tree trunk that lay propped up, with its end a few meters above the river water.

Licking it’s lips in anticipation ?

Our first jaguar and that too sitting on a tree trunk ! Wow…what a photo op !! Our first sighting within a few minutes of our first safari, looking straight at us and that too, so close that my 600mm couldn’t get the entire body in the frame !!

She, for it was a she, stayed on the broken tree trunk for a while, peering closely around her and after a few sufficiently long minutes, by which time we had taken more pics than we needed, she stood up and vanished into the bushes.

And then we saw it. Or to be more accurate, Fabiano pointed it out to us.

A sole capybara.

There…towards our left, a sole capybara. Closer than the jaguar was to the right. Hunt on ?

Just a little distance away. Totally oblivious of the danger that was approaching it.

Would we actually see a hunt on our very first safari ??

The jaguar couldn’t be seen. But we could see the tall grass move around as the big cat stealthily approached the capybara.

We held our breath.

Would we witness a kill ?

Plop !!!

Either the capybara heard some noise or it simply sensed danger but whatever be the reason, it saved its life. It  jumped into the water and vanished.

The jaguar emerged a second later looking at its lost meal swimming away.

Eyeing the one that got away

Well, that was quite a start !!


The jaguar is a rather well muscled animal. He looks very compact, possibly far more than most of the other big cats. Interestingly, their weight varies hugely across the different places they are found to inhabit.

The jaguar is a very compact and muscled cat. ‘Solid’ is the word that comes to mind.

Fabiano informed us that for a long while it was believed that the jaguars of the Pantanal belonged to a different family since they just seemed to be so much larger than most of the other jaguars around the world. Just to put that difference in numbers, the jaguars found along the Mexican coast were seen to weigh around 50 kgs…the ones in the Pantanal weighed on an average 100 kgs. That is some variance. Almost 2x !

Fabiano told us that this is, in all probability, due to the abundance of large prey that is available in the wetlands. The jaguars definitely have no dearth of prey here.

One question that is regularly asked is what is the difference between a leopard and a jaguar ? And…what about the black panther ?

The jaguar does look a lot like the leopard. Its stockier and sturdier, broader heads and shorter legs. A jaguar’s tail is also shorter than a leopard’s  but then these are difficult distinguishing marks. But what is definitely easier to distinguish is the rosettes – the ‘spots’ on both the animals.

The jaguar’s rosettes are larger, fewer in number but more importantly, many rosettes have another black spot in the middle. That should make the whole deal easier 🙂

Fewer rosettes and you can see the spot within the rosette in a few of them

Now…the Black Panther.

Doesn’t exist.

At least not as a separate species. What used to be called as Black Panthers are just melanistic cats. Melanism is a condition that means a higher level of black pigmentation.


Over the next few days we often felt that each safari was better than the previous.

We were visiting this area after the monsoons when the water recedes a lot leaving sandy banks everywhere. Caimans bask here under the hot sun. Capybaras are huge in number and are again seen all the time on these banks.

All of which means that the jaguars are on the move, close to and on the banks which naturally increases the chances of a sighting from a boat. The fact that over the last few years with increasing tourism inflow, they are also accustomed to the boats and don’t vanish at the first sight of one, further makes it easier.

And, boy, did we see them !

Jaguar on the banks ? Check

Jaguar in the water ? Check

Jaguar up a tree ? Check

Jaguars deep in the bushes ? Check

Jaguars sleeping ? Check

Jaguars on the prowl ? Check and before you ask, even of one charging.

Jaguars in the famed Golden Light ? Yes, yes, move on…

Jaguars hurt from a fight ? Come on…tougher questions please.

Jaguars meditating ? Of course

Jaguars mating ? Yawn….next please.

Well…technically we didn’t see them mating. But we could hear them. They were behind this rather dense undergrowth and we just couldn’t get a sighting.

But we were there 🙂

One of those few occasions where we saw a jaguar taking it easy
That thrill of that first sight of a jaguar as it appears …priceless !
This one maintained a long and steady patrolling of the banks over a long distance
Occasionally treading water
The tell tale sign that a jaguar might be up a tree 🙂
And there it was… lost in thought
The watchers being watched.

The one thing that struck me was how active they were. When compared to the lions, they really are like the good ole Energizer Bunny. They just don’t tire. We once stayed with a single jaguar for almost three hours. She walked and walked and walked. Always focused and ready. Always.

We gave her company through most of an unforgettable morning

And swam in between.

Jaguars are powerful swimmers. And they love to swim. They cross from one bank to the other really effortlessly

We kept following her from one sandy bank to the other, watching her vanish into the bushes on one side, emerging from the other side and she just went on. Always looking alert. Always alive for any opportunity for a kill.

Have water. Will enter.
I love that arch of the back …such grace !
And, as they step out….sppraayyyyy !!! Always a photogenic moment.

Its here that a tale that Fabiano told us comes to mind. Fabiano was with a NatGeo team ( I think ) and over a period of 3 days, they saw the same jaguar make multiple kills. And not once did it come to actually eat the kill.

“ Its just its nature to kill,” says Fabiano. “ It doesn’t kill only when it has to.”

All in all, what a beautiful creature. There were many occasions that I just kept my camera down and simply watched her move, graceful, alert, stealthy, powerful.

Did I say graceful…
…stealthy ?
I loved getting that single focused eye in between the two tiny leaves..purely by accident 🙂

And despite those long moments with my camera down, I still ended up with a few thousands of pics of these lovely creatures.

Amongst my top favourites…it walked out of the forest, stepping out right where the sun shone brightly
…and then turned its head, allowing the sunlight to fall bang on the face, a quick recomposition and I got it !
We spent a long time with this jaguar, fairly close to our houseboat, while it gave us tons of unforgettable images. Early morning, the rising sun behind us…Golden Light magic !
Look at that stare !

Total. Bliss.


We didn’t see a hunt though. You really need to be incredibly lucky to witness one. We met this group that had the most fascinating tale.

One boat had taken a turn into one of the narrower and less frequented branches of the main river. While there, their engine stalled and they radioed for help and waited. Soon, another boat joined them to help out.

And while both the boats were stuck in one place as the boatmen got busy with the engines…yes, you guessed it.

A jaguar leapt on a caiman in the water, killed it and tried dragging it up the rather steep slope.

All the action on the other bank. Just about twenty feet from where they were stuck. Talk about a stalled engine being a matter of good fortune !

We passed by that spot a little later and the two boats were still waiting for the jaguar to try to drag the kill up the slope again. We could see the jaguar in the shadows, the dead caiman half submerged in the waters. The light was fading, time was running up and after waiting for a little while we had to make a move.

We didnt see a hunt but we saw one rage filled charge ! A hapless vulture had descended for a morsel from this one’s meal, a dead cow that had washed up over which ownership was claimed. Look at those eyes !


The jaguar has the strongest bite relative to its size. Its jaw muscles are stronger and its jaws are shorter giving it more leverage while biting.

This combination is what makes it possible for a jaguar to jump on a caiman and pierce both its thick hide and break its skull rather easily.

And they are strong otherwise too. They can easily drag a caiman up a bank to have its meal in peace.

And while we didn’t see a hunt and we couldn’t wait to see the jaguar with its kill the previous evening, we did witness a fascinating incident.

We were returning to our house boat after a truly satiating morning full of the most incredible sightings.

And then we saw the usual cluster of boats. To a man, we said, yet another sighting !! We can’t better what we have already seen.


There, just a short distance away, was the jaguar. With a dead caiman clutched in its jaws.

Jaguars love caimans. We missed out witnessing a kill or even a hunt but we saw this jag with a dead caiman figuring out how to take it meal up the slope

What followed was mesmerizing. The banks were really steep and despite its immense strength, the jaguar was unable to drag the caiman up the slope.

Jaguars, like leopards, are extremely strong and can drag a huge caiman up steep slopes, but as you can see from the slope behind this jag…this one was a bit too steep

The jaguar left the caiman in the water and tried different routes up the slope on its own to check which was easy and doable while carrying the dead caiman. It will then decide on one possible route and try it with the caiman. It will fail and try to identify another route.

Over and over again.

When we left, it was still trying to figure it out.

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But it didnt give up. For about 45 minutes we watched it try and when we left it was still trying to figure out a way


I can’t end this post without a mention of Manuelo our boatman.

Like any other jeep safari, it is critical to be able to get into the right position. There are strict rules and well laid out etiquette while viewing. We can stand only if there are no boats behind us, for example. We should not be blocking anyone’s views. And when we are slightly late in arriving at a scene the job of getting into the right position becomes that much more challenging.

Sometimes, the channel of water we are on would be really narrow and it is not easy to get into the right position.

This is how I would love to spend my weekend afternoons…but that apart, this was a place which was teeming with other speedboats. We arrived rather late. But still we could get a good position. Amazing !

And, if the jaguar is on the move, then it is important to be able to judge where it is headed and then ensure that we are there ahead of the rest of the crowd. Remember, all the other boats are also manned by other resident experts. You just had to be better than the other good guys to be able to consistently get into the right position. Manuelo was. He was simply superb the way he used to dextrously navigate the boat and squeeze it into exactly the precise spot.

The full credit to all the wonderful pics that we got lies with both Manuelo’s expert handling of our slightly long speed boat and, of course, Fabiano’s huge knowledge of the magnificent creature its habits and the lay of the land ( or should I say, river ? )

Obrigado, to both of you, friends !!

High fives to both, Fabiano and Manuelo 🙂