Ihtisham Kabir

A “fogwich” was what I called that morning on the Padma river - a foggy mid-morning that was sandwiched by sunshine before and after.

In the world of birds and birders, some birds have become legendary because of their elusiveness. They hover in the mythical zone between alive and extinct. Some of these birds are seen once in ten or more years; sightings cannot be repeated and often remain unconfirmed.

During a visit to California last year, a friend and I went birding. Early one morning we headed to Rancho San Antonio, a wilderness area in Silicon Valley. In a previous life I had lived in this area and had hiked often in this sprawling nature park. However, that was before I became interested in birds. This hike was a new experience as the focus of the walk was very different: I tried to find hints and clues to where the birds might be.

My cousin Dr. Luna Vishwanath (née Quader) passed away on June 6th. With her went a big part of my childhood. This is her story.

Stories of baby birds can be fascinating.

Sundarban holds different attractions for different visitors, offering a virtually endless menu of delights.

It is a common fallacy that most birds seen here in winter are migratory species. In fact, of the 700 bird species seen in Bangladesh, only about 260 are winter visitors.

when one thinks of Rome, “bird” is not the first word that comes to mind. However, on a recent visit there, I learned much about Roman