A common wolf snake visits our basement

There’s never a dull day at our Nandi Hills home. This morning, while I was having breakfast, my house help rushed in to say that a...

For most of my life, I never thought of myself as a creative person. I valued clarity, efficiency, and function. Creativity, I assumed,...

Since I first began visiting our site, the red-vented bulbuls have been familiar companions. They perch openly, flit across the garden,...

For a month, I kept watch over the Tickell’s blue flycatchers nesting in the hollow of a teak root bar stool in our garden. The wait was...

The Tickell’s blue flycatcher hatchlings in the bar stool nest are six days old. If I’ve got it right, they have about eight days left...

A presence in the weep hole This morning, while in my study, I noticed something brown nestled in the weep hole of the retaining wall...

For much of early July, I found myself peering out from behind a camouflaged blind, watching a small drama unfold on our outdoor deck....

A couple of evenings ago, just as light was fading, we thought we saw something. A large silhouette on the roof of Sukoon—possibly an...

From bougainvillea bloom to Champa tree branch, a young white-eye takes its first steps into the sky. In our garden, something quiet and...