Re: TheRedSparkle Story: B for Bandipur, B for Birding! Story, as it unfolded from the eyes of little ones!
It was a few hours after sundown when we heard it, the first low, almost inaudible blood-curdling growl from the 200 kg carnivore, the Tiger…
In the famous Bandipur Tiger Reserve, darkness had fallen. All the small animals had returned to the safety of their nests and burrows. Seated in the gazebo of a small farmhouse was my family. We were having small talks about the many unfortunate incidents with tigers in the other wildlife reserves while waiting for our dinner to be served. My paranoid mother kept looking around for signs of any danger. At first we laughed at her, calling her a scaredy-cat. That’s when me and my mom heard it, the low moan-like growl. Had we not been listening for the sound of twigs snapping indicating the presence of a big cat, we wouldn’t have heard it. It seemed impossible that we’d heard the growl considering the fact that we were conversing in almost loud voices. I brushed it off stating the possibility of some cattle groaning in pain. I mean, what with electric fences guarding the farmhouse, no tiger or leopard could possibly come inside…right? But then, we heard it yet again. This time, much louder and clearer than the previous one. Okay, that’s definitely not cattle. It’s a tiger, a tiger that we had been yearning to spot at least once on a safari. A little panic rose inside us, especially my mom. It’s alright, we said. The tiger won’t come in a place like this, we said. It has enough prey outside of the farmhouse perimeter, there is no need for it to come inside. Unless it couldn’t catch a lone deer and would go to any lengths to get food, be it animal meat or turning into a ferocious merciless man-eater…
This led to us talking about how to protect ourselves in case a tiger indeed attacks- maintain eye contact with the beast, not doing so can create an impression of being easily subdued and submissive, which definitely won’t work in our favour. Make use of big objects to barricade yourself from the attacks of the beast. Most importantly, we must keep in mind, “United we stand, divided we fall”. The tiger is going to look at how strong and unbeatable we are as a whole, not as individuals. It’s also of utmost importance to have a good presence of mind in case of a tiger attack. The moment we show that we are afraid of it, half the battle is already lost.
Within a span of around 15 minutes, we had already heard the same growl 4-5 times. And with every growl, it seemed to get louder and clearer. Maybe it was just us being paranoid, or maybe the beast was indeed drawing closer to us, as the smell of prey got stronger and stronger for it. I too started becoming a little afraid, although it was more of a thrilling fright than a real fear. It’s been my wish to see a big cat in the wild, but this isn’t what I’d wished for. Our dinner arrived shortly after. We all hurried to finish our food. We didn’t want to fall prey to the beast. My mom shovelled down her food, quite literally. My brother used a spoon to have his rice, instead of eating it the Indian way. After all, he’d have to go outside the gazebo to wash his hands, in the dark, with no lights to light up the surroundings. My coping mechanism to hide my fear was to laugh and joke a lot. My dad chose to quietly eat his food. After all, with two members panicking, the other two had to stay aware, cautious and mindful of their surroundings. We rushed our way through our dinner, and got up immediately to head to our room. Just as we were leaving, we heard deer calls barely a few 200 meters away, and calls from Lapwings flying around in the dark night. And that’s when we heard the loudest growl for the night, and it was so close, it almost sounded like the tiger was right outside the fencing of the farmhouse. We didn’t wait long enough to find out the exact location of the tiger, and whether or not it had had its meal for the night, and rushed to our room. I doubt any one of us got good sleep that night.
Earlier that day, we had been on a safari in an open jeep. All of us had been hoping to spot a tiger on this 10th trip to Bandipur. Never before had we seen the carnivore in the wild. At the end of the two-hour long safari, we’d spotted so many birds, but absolutely no signs of any big cat. Although at the beginning of the safari, we heard deer calls from the pack of deers standing right beside our jeep. We waited for a good 10 minutes, hoping the beast would show itself, but it didn’t. We moved on thinking it was a false alarm. The most we got to sight was a Sloth Bear, strolling around lazily in the golden dry bushes under the blazing afternoon sun, a few elephants and their young ones, a bunch of deers and their foals, multiple peacocks crossing our paths and a Barking Deer that we mistook for a Dhol. We returned to the safari camp disheartened and made a mental note to never come back again to Bandipur, even if it means staying at home on a long weekend.
The next day, we woke up at the stroke of dawn and went on our own little drive through the reserve. This drive turned out to be more of a birding trip than a safari. We spotted so many birds- Black Drongos, Indian Paradise Flycatchers, Indian peafowls, peacocks, Tickell’s Blue Flycatchers, Black-Rumped Flamebacks, Eurasian Hoopoe, Jungle fowls, Spotted Doves, Oriental Honey Buzzard and countless Bulbuls and Robins.
A new conclusion from this trip is - the B in Bandipur stands for Birding. We’ve been to a Bandipur several times, been on their safari so many times yet spotted nothing out of the ordinary. Bandipur has disappointed us yet again, although it’s not so surprising. |