The Owl Above
the Stream
A quiet morning beside a forest stream at Anshi changed suddenly when a group of crows forced a Brown Fish Owl out of the trees.
We had gone down to the stream without looking for anything in particular.
Early one morning at Anshi, Makarand Ketkar, Deva Ghanekar, Varun Lale and I walked down towards the riverside and a small forest stream. We were casually looking for birds, snakes or whatever other wildlife we might come across.
At one spot, all four of us sat down close to the water.
There was no particular plan after that. We were simply watching the colours and reflections on the stream, listening to the forest and enjoying the quiet of the morning.
The water was dark beneath the canopy, with fallen leaves, exposed roots and patches of sunlight breaking through the trees. Fish could be seen moving below the surface.
When the Forest Suddenly Became Noisy
Then the quiet was broken by the calls of several crows.
Their calls were persistent and concentrated in one part of the dense trees nearby. Within moments it became clear that they were mobbing something hidden inside the foliage.
At first, we could not see what they were after.
The crows kept calling and moving around the same patch of forest, repeatedly harassing whatever was concealed there.
Eventually, a large bird emerged from the dense cover.
It was a Brown Fish Owl.
The owl flew out towards the river and landed on an exposed branch almost directly in front of us.
The moment was completely unexpected. The owl had probably not realised that four people were already sitting quietly beside the stream.
We were all facing different directions, watching different parts of the forest, and I happened to be the only one carrying a camera.
I quietly tried to tell the others that an owl had landed in front of us.
Nobody believed me.
I did not want to speak loudly because the bird was quite close, so I slowly raised the camera and began taking photographs.
I managed to take only three or four photographs.
The sound of the camera shutter finally made the others realise that I was actually photographing something.
They turned towards me, followed the direction of the lens and only then saw the owl sitting there.
For a short while it remained on the perch, broad-headed and watchful, its yellow eyes standing out against the brown plumage.
Then it pushed away from the branch, glided low above the water and disappeared back into the deeper forest.
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