“Bashtad, saar!” Allahbaksh’s downplayed guttural words brought me to an abrupt halt. Taking the telescope from him I pointed it in the direction of his gaze and after a few anxious moments, of squinting, through the eyepiece and twiddling the focusing ring, managed to crystallize a sharp image. An adult male Great Indian Bustard stood under a Morinda tree. Stretching to his full height he plucked ripe, black fruits from the lowest branches and swallowed them. A setting sun lit the bird in stark relief and through the scope I could see him very clearly. He walked around the tree as he fed. Once he stood for a couple of minutes behind the bole of the tree and peered around as though aware of our presence, waiting for us to move on. When we stood our ground in silence, he must have realized that we meant no harm and commenced to feed. Suddenly I realized there was a fox scampering around playfully beyond the bustard! It spun like a top after its tail, breaking away to dart hither and thither in meaningless abandon. Fun and frolic are not the privilege of man alone. Momentarily distracted by the bustard I looked away. When my eye rotated within the scope toward the fox, it had vanished. Meanwhile, the bustard, either sated or having consumed all fruit within reach, walked away leisurely towards the northeast boundary of the Rollapadu Great Indian Bustard Sanctuary.
This area was a ‘humped’ part of the gentle undulations of a flat-as-a-tabletop landscape and was a traditional displaying spot for male bustards. With inflated gular pouch and erected neck feathers the bird cocked his tail all the way over his back and began to strut in circles. I didn’t see any females but I was far away. He may have spied one or two on the other side of the hump and begun his act in silence. He did not utter the booming call that carries for half a kilometer. We watched him till the light began to fade and a red-headed merlin hawked swallows successfully in the gloaming. In two days we counted 3 bustards. One male and two females.
In the 1980s, when bustards were first sighted here and a sanctuary for them proclaimed, 35-40 birds had been sighted within the span of a few hours. Rollapadu was considered the best bustard habitat on the Deccan Plateau. More than half a dozen males could be seen displaying, from one vantage point! For a decade or so the young sanctuary was protected, managed and studied with zeal. Bustards were seen in good numbers. They bred and their nests faced the vagaries of success and failure. Above all, individual numbers did not decrease.
Total protection of the habitat also boosted populations of other denizens. Blackbuck increased by leaps and bounds. There are about 400-450 now. Wolves too increased, as must have other mammals like foxes and black-naped hare. In the resulting dynamic tussel for food and territory, subtle changes began to erode the ground from under the bustard’s feet. Species become extinct individual by individual. There are many theories about the causes of this debacle. Too many people and the resulting agricultural boom, too many blackbuck (as a result of total protection), widespread grazing within the sanctuary resulting in the increase of unpalatable vegetation for grasshoppers, the bustard’s prey and, clandestine poaching being some. Too, a slackening of guard by those entrusted with the care of this irreplaceable natural heritage and national treasure—for it is not found anywhere else in the world. They seem to have forgotten that protection is only the first step towards ensuring the survival of a threatened species, that active management is its logical corollary.
This is the situation across the entire reducing range of the great Indian bustard. Hanging by the thread of human apathy and negligence is a member of a family that evolved 40-50 million years ago, perfecting a way of life on the short grass plains and arid regions of India Gujarat , Madhya Pradesh, Maharashtra , Andhra and Karnataka the bustard is slowly but surely losing out. It has already vanished (exterminated by us) from Punjab , Haryana, Uttar Pradesh, Orissa and Tamil Nadu. The bustard is not ready to die yet. We are choking it to death.
The disappearance of any species from the face of the Earth is an irreversible tragedy whose finality cannot be emphasized enough. It’s a physical loss for the natural world, a broken link in the proverbial chain of life. Increasingly, almost singularly these days, extinction is a direct result of human activity. By perpetrating these tragic and callous acts we walk a one-way path that leads to the edge of a precipice from which there is no turning back.
Have you ever wondered what humanity is losing, beyond the physical impoverishment that the loss of a species brings to an ecosystem?
To me, the great Indian bustard is as important a part of this planet as is a tiger or a tiger beetle, a danaid eggfly or an earthworm churning soil, breathing life into mud. The extinction of each species diminishes me and negates my intelligence, as it does yours. The bustard stands for the well being of our grasslands and the myriads of life forms comprising that ecosystem. It strides through a landscape that gave character to my nation and my brotherhood. Gujar, Maldhari, Bishnoi.
In accepting its presence and rejoicing in its freedom, I can stand erect and be a part of the land that has sculpted the genes of our agrarian lifestyle. The bustard struts in a wilderness that cannot be found within the insular and limited activities of human societies. It beckons the one human character that soars above them—our unassailable spirit. We cannot survive the 22nd century successfully within the confines of our achievements alone. Our spirit yearns to walk with the bustard and to thrill at the jumping grasshoppers underfoot. To feel the wind’s caress as it bends a sea of grass heads till the eye can see. To ruminate at the ebb of day under a gently burning, purpling, blackening sky. For deep down we realize that the spirit of the land peoples our breath and ultimately strengthens our work. Its aroma is the only constant in our temporal world. It will not be denied.
Published in: Hornbill. 2001 (April-June): 24-26.
3 comments:
Why is this blog defunct now? Why don't you blog anymore? I have read the posts present a million times and I can never get bored of them.:)Please blog more often!:)
Such a pity that we are so apathetic to the plight of this bird. Great post to raise awareness.
So many of these changes go unnoticed, or uncared for, no sense for urgency or concern around them.
Had read this long long time back, Milan Kundera in his “Book of Laughter and Forgetting”:
"During the last two hundreds years the blackbirds has abandoned the woods to become a city bird. First in Great Britain at the end of the eighteenth century, then several decades later in Paris and the Ruhr Valley. Throughout the nineteenth century it conquered the cities of Europe one after the other. It settled in Vienna and Prague around 1900, then spread eastward to Budapest, Belgrade, Istanbul.
From the planet’s viewpoint, the blackbird’s invasion of the human world is certainly more important than the Spanish invasion of South America or the return to Palestine of the Jews.
A shift in the relationships among the various kinds of creation (fish, birds, humans, plants) is a shift of a higher order than changes in relations among various groups of the same kind. Whether Celts or Slavs inhabit Bohemia, whether Romanians or Russians conquer Bessarabia, is more or less the same to the earth. But when the blackbird betrayed nature to follow humans into their artificial, unnatural world, something changed in the organic structure of the planet.
And yet no one dares to interpret the last two centuries as the history of the invasion of man’s cities by the blackbird. All of us are prisoners of a rigid conception of what is important and what is not, and so we fasten our anxious gaze on the important, while from a hiding place behind our backs the unimportant wages its guerrilla war, which will end in surreptitiously changing the world and pouncing on us by surprise."
How to really "see" these more? And do something about it??
Now reading About Indian Birds/ Salim Ali, Laeeq Futehally, bought last week from recently discovered MR book centre and such a pleasant surprise, their collection.
"...any disproportionate increase or decrease in any species is sure to act and react on all other forms of life. In a sense, we human beings have a rather peculiar position in the world of Nature. We are completely dependent on the animal and vegetable world for food, and for most other things; but the World of Nature is completely independent of us. We have no part in maintaining the balance of Nature in which every other natural species plays so vital a part. In other words, though we could not live on this earth without the other forms of natural life, all the other forms of life could get along very well, probably better, without us. It is a queer paradox that we, the most unnecessary agents for maintaining life on this planet, should also be the most arrogant and the most destructive."
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