Taken one March 29, 2014 at Namdroling Monastery in Bylakuppe.
Category Archives: wildlife
DAILY PHOTO: Ross Perot Gargoyle Monkey
Many say that baby macaques are cute. Those people may not have seen a true infant, hairless and wrinkled, looking–ironically–like an old man.
This one hasn’t even grown to fully look like H. Ross Perot. You see, all young macaques look like H. Ross Perot, and some adult macaques look like Gary Busey.
DAILY PHOTO: Monkey Love
DAILY PHOTO: Helping Hand or Monkey Bite?: You Decide
One monkey was hanging off the fascia of Tipu Sultan’s old hunting lodge. The other was either being a helpful monkey–trying to help his brother up–or being a mischievous monkey–trying to make him fall.
You figure out which.
Here’s a photo from moments later.
If you said they were in the middle of a mixed martial arts knock-down-drag-out, you were correct. Here you can see the monkey who had been hanging getting a single-leg take-down on his tormentor.
FYI- For those who think one needs to get all “roided up” for strength building: Note this apparently puny monkey had the upper body strength to pull himself onto a roof while successfully fighting off an attack.
DAILY PHOTO: Eyespot Mimicry: or, Evolution Only Gets One So Far
I’ve seen butterflies and moths that had patterns evolved to mimic the eyes of other animals at a butterfly house in a botanical gardens, but this is the first time I’ve seen it in the wild–which is to say in the stairwell of our central Bangalore apartment building. This moth thought the perfect place to exploit its owl-like eyes and “feather pattern” would be on the white marble floor inside a building. Evolution only gets one so far.
DAILY PHOTO: Let Sleeping Pandas Lie
DAILY PHOTO: Crocodile at Peace
DAILY PHOTO: Kung fu Birdy
DAILY PHOTO: Fog Rolls in for a Crab
POEM: The Hippo
The Hippo never took an oath
to watch its weight or check its growth.
Hungry, Hungry, it is in deed.
Five hours per day it’s known to feed.
The Greeks called it the river horse.
A horse that’s not a horse, of course, [of course.]
Hippos do like rivers, though they don’t float.
Submerged below, they’ll wreck your boat.
Where else can one find two tons of fun?
But careful, don’t think them too fat to run.
They’ve been clocked at 30 miles per hour,
and there’s scarcely a thing they won’t devour.












