Eastern Bluebird

The eye gets drawn to any color in this bleak winter landscape. So, when I looked up from my kitchen window and saw this feathered delight, my mind, racing at a 1000 miles per hour went from perceiving colors on the bird’s feather, to the camera that lay on the dining table, to the powerful zoom…that it took hardly a second for me to hop, skip, and grab my Nikon P500. Of course, even in that seeming split second, the bird had vanished, just like those shady stalkers in mystery movies. As I hung by the window, I thought about the hours of patient waiting wildlife photographers expend, which made me want to promptly ditch the camera. Just then, by some fluke, a few birds flew straight in to sit on the bare little trees outside our window.

Ecco! Voila! Friends, meet the Eastern Bluebird, the state bird of New York (and Missouri). Of course, I didn’t know all this when I was clicking away. A quick search in Google Images for “blue and orange bird” gave me the answer.Isn’t the Eastern Bluebird, however, a rather dull name for such a cute and colorful mass? The blue plume goes so well with the rusty orange, don’t you think? Instead, I would call it the Muse, since off late Hollywood seem to be adopting this color scheme – either for the posters or for the movies themselves.The males have a more striking color scheme than the females. That makes me wonder if that’s the case among all species of birds…the fact that the males have the oomph factor that needs maintaining and preening to showoff and attract the females? Peacock and lyrebird, are eye-popping examples. If so, then did the human species get it all wrong?

Sheesh! By the way, not to be outdone and as if to make up of it’s own lack of color, the lady Bluebird lays some beautifully blue-colored eggs!All this wildlife talk reminds me of an adorable little girl – my niece, Maya. Changing gears here a little bit, since she’s been on my mind lately and I was reminded of her since she loves watching wildlife clips on youtube. During my recent visit to India, she clambered onto my lap with great aplomb and showed me the modus operandi of the incredibly viscious Venus Flytrap. As much as I showed my fascination seeing the video clip, I was more thrilled to have that sweet bundle of wonder-full-ness and innocence nestled in my arms and watch her fascination.

She also seems to display (already) the same strain of imagination, vision, and gusto that are in her pedigree. During my mom’s recent knee operation, she imagined “lava” spewing out of her granny’s knee while it was being operated. A few days back, she apparently was walking around using the cane I lent my mom, saying, “I have terrible knee pain, and I will be sleeping now”. Once she drew a big, long oval and asked her Dad to identify what it was. When he could not come up with an answer, her exasperated reply was, “DUH, IT IS AN AEROPLANE”! So when her Dad said, “Come on, Maya, it has no shape, no wings, no nose..”, she quipped, “Dad! It is covered with a blanket!”

What a total jackass! What a jester!

Here’s hoping her humor grows along with the length of her funny bone and her sense of fascination takes wings and sees her fly to happy and interesting places in her life, just like the Eastern Bluebirds that found a spot in my backyard!

Genres, sort of

For the record – my husband has an amazing talent. I call it the Skill of Summarizing. He has the unique ability to boil down all the nonsense, events, issues, problems, and situations, into broad generalities or their bare essentials. This skill, however, is a bone of contention between us when he insists (read critiques) movies we watch by classifying them into themes or what I like to call – Vallury’s Genres. Continue reading

Princeton in Fall

I always want to take a lot of pictures of Princeton. It is either the case of weather not being good, me not being in the right mood, or the camera not being there. Fall is a great season to take snaps when all the colors highlight the beauty of this little town. But the darnest thing about this season is it is hard to see the colors peak around here. Continue reading