Sunday, September 7, 2014

Treescapes - Hong Kong

The trees stand proud and erect, and are well cared for.  (Bombax)
I loved the trees of Hong Kong.   It always amazes me what green does to a place.

An ode to commerce, glass and concrete, but to me, the trees of HK just added that little bit to make my heart cheerful.
On the streets, I would see large trees, carefully labelled....not nailed, but with a flexible wire going around.
....And with a spring that allows for the growth of the tree!

Of course the city is blessed with rain, lots of it
The trees very familiar and similar to what we have here.  Lagerstroemia
We also saw trees being chopped down in half an hour with electric saws, when they were in the way.....but from what I could make out, these were trees that gre easily and not the large tropical trees that take a long time to grow.

Tree planting in Hong Kong is very much a part of the urban planning,  there is no random and enthusiastic planting, and what is planted is cared for and tended.

The Victoria Peak trail was delightful and invigorating, and I of course meandered and wandered, looking at every little insect, listening to the crickets whirring, and the bulbuls calling!


The trail all around the peak is lined by a track like this, and seems to be a favourite place for expats to walk their dogs and work on their fitness.

At midday, we saw several serious joggers!  Sweating profusely and carrying that water bottle to hydrate. 

The pathway was lined with tree boards, but I was very unsuccessful in matching the board and the tree.  Hmmm, I wonder why. 






The Peak tram - gets you to the top of the 500 odd m peak, almost vertically!

The Peak - certain parts of it - are protected, and the green cover is lush.

Masked laughing thrushes were a plenty, especially in the city parks

As were the little red doves.  Sparrows were also in abundance, which seems to negate the cellphone theory.

These crickets buzzed in unison all through our walk, the chorus rising and fading to some mysterious rhythm.


The butterflies were as big as birds.....

....but difficult to capture in our little cam.

This light vented bulbul, though, obliged, posing on the lamp post for us.



This was labelled as the India Rubber Tree - brought by the Brits - and with no known pollinating agent in Hong Kong.

Views of the bay
 a
....Kowloon

.....and the bridge and port.
 It must be pretty to do the walk at night as well.

Next time!
We headed back to this monstrosity called the Peak Tower, with a viewing gallery (extra charge for that)
A morning well spent and the hotel room and shower were welcome after this!

Saturday, September 6, 2014

A bird that changed a canal's course

T.C. Jerdon
In 1836, T.C. Jerdon, a 25-year-old surgeon, arrived in the Madras Presidency. After training at the General Hospital, he was sent to treat troops battling insurgency in a district nearly half-way to the Calcutta Presidency. Once that was quelled, he joined his cavalry regiment as medical officer and served in various parts of India in a three decade long career. But why do we care about yet another employee of the East India Company, even if he had died insolvent at the end of his service?
Here’s a reason: At least a few species of plants, animals and birds of the Indian subcontinent are named in his honour. Among them are the Indian violet (Jerdonia indica), the Palm Civet (Paradoxurus jer­doni) and the Anchor Catfish (Hara jerdoni). But one cryptic bird, endemic to the Eastern Ghats, popularly known as Jerdon’s Courser, has to be the most famous of creatures named after him.
For a quiet bird, it has seen plenty of drama. In 1848, the curator of the Royal Asiatic ­Society of Bengal, Edward Blyth, declared Rhinoptilus bitorquatus, a species new to science based on Jerdon’s specimen. By the turn of the 19th century, this bird was declared extinct. So, when it was unexpectedly sighted in 1986 there was much rejoicing. The Indian government promptly put its image on a Re 1 postage stamp. It was also given a place to call home, the Sri Lankamallesh­wara Sanctuary in Andhra Pradesh, but its travails didn’t end there.
T.C. Jerdon's Courser
A threat loomed over the bird’s habitat in the form of the Telugu Ganga project under which interlinked canals would carry water from a reservoir in Andhra Pradesh to our ever-parched city. This would have passed through the courser’s home, so that route was avoid­ed. Researchers then showed that the bird’s range, though narrow, extended well beyond the sanctuary. So, in 2008, the Supreme Court ­ordered the drawing up of an ­alternative route for the canal and this was a victory for the conservationists. Grazing, logging, and quarrying are persistent threats to the bird’s habitat. There are less than four ­hundred Jerdon’s Coursers left on the planet. The last time someone officially sighted one was in 2009.
In the early 19th Century, this courser was not critically endangered like it is now, but the bird must’ve been elusive just the same. The nocturnal bird hides in the shade of the scrub during the day, but Jerdon procured the bird, and described its call for posterity. As a student at the University of Edinburgh, he had belonged to the Plinian Society (Charles Darwin himself had been a member), an association of young naturalists, a students-only club that met weekly, ­critiqued papers, took trips to the countryside, collected and identified specimens using rules of taxonomy. That training paid off, when Jerdon came to a country, most of whose flora and fauna had not been documented systematically. Since there was no single collective account of the birds, he began recording the ones he saw and heard in the Eastern Ghats and the Deccan. This formed the basis of his first book A Catalogue of the Birds of the Peninsula of ­India. After four years of such fieldwork, plus official duties, he went on leave of absence to the Nilgiris, where he got married at the age of thirty to Flora Macleod, who had an interest in botanical art.
His next stop was Nellore, where he served as Civil Sur­ge­on. Here, Jerdon drew on the knowledge of the aboriginal Yanadis to catalogue reptiles and more avifauna. Later, ants and fish were objects of his study, but he never lost sight of his beloved birds. He observed them at his own expense and made sketches or hired a local draftsman for the job. Expeditions into the jungle and ­commissioning illustrations cost money. The good doctor’s finan­ces were never in order, creditors harassed him, but he seems to have taken it in his stride. Once, when he served in Tellicherry, a bailiff from Madras came to arrest him, and the story goes that the man was sent back with a specimen of a rare monkey (Presbytis Johnii) – a live one at that!
Rejoining the army with the rank of Surgeon, Jerdon did ­active military duty till the end of 1857. By then, the amateur naturalist’s fame had spread. His services were transferred to the Government of India on special duty to prepare major works on Indian natural history. In Birds of India, he described 1,008 species spread over the length and breadth of the ­country, which he traversed and ­re-traversed during the course of this work. On one of his excursions into the jungles of Assam, he caught fever. ­After convalescing, he returned to England in 1870, where he died two years later leaving a wealth of drawings and specimens of tropical plants, birds and ani­mals.
Jerdon had laid the groundwork for other naturalists in ­India. For zoologists going out into the field, his reasonably priced books served as the starting point. A.O. Hume, ‘Father of Indian Ornithology’ and a founder of the Indian National Congress, too acknowledges this debt in My Scrapbook or Rough Notes on Indian Zoology and Ornithology, which he dedicates to Edward Blyth and Dr. T. C. Jerdon, and calls himself their pupil.
He hoped that this book published in 1869 would form a “nucleus round which future observation may crystallise” and also that others would help him “fill in many of the woeful blanks remaining in the record.” They did. They still do. 
And so science marches on.
– Vijaysree Venkatraman
http://www.madrasmusings.com/a-bird-that-changed.html

Sunday, August 31, 2014

The Ganga in spate - at Varanasi

The boats are off the river
August 9th. Dr Rajendra Prasad Ghat. The Ganga is in spate, and the steps have disappeared.








Aug 10th 515 am

Assi Ghat

The skies have opened.  The waters flow even more swiftly.  Cold, dark and relentless.


We seek refuge waiting for the rains to stop.

And then there is a pause, as the sun comes out, adding to the drama.








It is almost eleven, and now the mynahs call noisily, ready to face the morning.  It is time to move on.
Chait Singh Ghat










Kasi Vishwanath was a blur.  It was the tempestous, majestic and ravaged Ganga that held centrestage in Varanasi.

On the Hooghly

7th August 530 am A cloudy morning and a city awakening.















Patience



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