Regular readers of this blog are entitled to say that my destinations are getting repetitive. But then again I doubt I have any regular readers at all, correct me if I’m wrong though, it’ll be a indicator I’m looking for.
It takes more than a single visit to know a place satisfactorily. So Sunday morning I boarded the 402 and was off to Hebbal Lake once more. I’d talked you through the route in my previous post. This time I’ll skip the details and describe the highlights.
We often hear the term that change is constant, nature is the perfect example of this fact. It’s been a month since I last visited this spot. The weather is now warmer, different trees were flowering and fruiting. Some winter migrants had left while for some the lake provided a stopover for a long journey ahead. I could have sworn it wasn’t the same place and contrasting this beauty in every sense was the boring concrete jungle right behind my back.
The visual treat for the day was this flock, or much rather mob of pink birds in black tuxedos (that’s right, the avian mafia), possibly on a stopover of their migration route had captured a large clump of arboreal real-estate.
That was just the start though the real highlight came when I reached the supposed end of the path. Now google-earth said there was a route to a park on the opposite side, but shirt ripping wild bamboo told a different story. But being me I believed more in google than my eyes and guess what google was right.
My saviour for the morning was a young lad by the name of Ganesh, the son of the security guard at the sewage treatment unit and electricity sub-station. So together we went through the bamboo thorns (ouch), into the muck and alligator weed (note to self, carry deo the next time), over a wall into the substation (the same one his dad was guarding) and under a gate into the park. Phew!
This side of the lake is a manicured park, the type you see in every locality of the city, boring. Here I happened to run into the bng birds group on their monthly first Sunday outing. I still don’t get it why they choose this side; a rank amateur like myself has more success on the other bank.
I spent about half-an-hour with the group, basking in their vast knowledge and then I set off homeward, yearning for a fulfilling breakfast.
Co-ordinates for Hebbal lake: 13° 2′ 48″ N, 77° 35′ 12″ E