I spent this weekend at Corbett National Park. The day Saturday gave me an extraordinary experience that I am writing about now.
I had kept the morning for bird watching. I knew that the park is well known for its avifauna and if I start early and stroll through the woods, I may sight a handful of species and click them. With that agenda and camera bag at the back, I started with my mission. However for wandering almost for an hour I was still to sight any out of ordinary birds. I was definitely looking at the right places and with the right tools (a 40x binocular and a super zoom lens). Maybe I was trying too hard.
Tired, I decided to give up. I came back to my hotel room, pulled up a chair in the lawns and sat. For the first time in the day I noticed melodious chirping of the birds. There were at least 4-5 different kind of voices. The chirping had been there right throughout the morning, but it's just that I was too preoccupied to notice them before. For the next ten minutes, I preferred to close my eyes and enjoy the chirping music. I opened my eyes once in a while just to gaze around the sky and trees.
But there something else happened in those ten minutes –
I happened to see more than a dozen colorful verities of birds. All kinds, and everywhere, be it tables, trees, pavements… you name it.
Was it a miracle? I am not sure. All I know is –
The moment I stopped trying, I got what I wanted.
