We started the bird race at the Karnala Bird Sanctuary. As we entered the sanctuary, the sunbirds: Purple Rumped, Purple, Loten’s greeted us. They were fleeting in the morning sun. Some paused for a while for Venkat’s lens. Close to these birds was a male Paradise Flycatcher, following us for a few meters, eager to be noticed. Once we noticed it, perched on a twig, we saw another juvenile flycatcher attempting to gain our attention.
As we approached a steep climb, we saw, to our surprise four types of Drongos: Ashy, Black, Racket-tailed, Bronze, all trying their luck for an early morning meal. Some of them were trying hard to mimic other birds; as if they wanted to help increase our bird count. Venkat, a seasoned birder, was quick to point out that we are been fooled by the Drongos. I later found out (and this is interesting), the literal meaning of the word Drongo is a fool. So, here we had some fools trying to fool us!
On reaching a certain height, we were trying to regain our balance and our breath when Venkat’s trained eyes spotted a Puff-throated Babbler, silently foraging in the dry leaves. Looking at it, so very well camouflaged, I was wondering whether it was from this bird that the army learnt the art of camouflage; the leafy dress code that the army sometimes sports.
Jungle owlets were the next on our wish list. Venkat had spotted them the previous day at a particular spot but they were nowhere to be seen. Owlets are very difficult to spot. Well! If you ask any birder, he will agree that most jungle birds are difficult to spot, except when they voluntarily greet you with their calls, pose in front of you, just as the Paradise Flycatcher did, or are bright colored.
In between, during our climb, we heard the Crested Serpent Eagle’s call and hoped to catch a glimpse of this magnificent bird once we reached a clearing. On our way to Karnala, we had seen the Black Kites, which is a common site in Mumbai. We also hoped to see other birds of prey. While this thought lingered in our minds, we suddenly spotted a Rufous Treepie, eating its way to glory. We were enjoying this site when the Large Green Barbet’s call distracted us; the call seemed to come from a nearby location. I have always heard this bird but never seen it. This time too, I could only hear and not see!
Black, Purple, Rufous, White, Red were some of the colors that we had seen until now. We anticipated some more colors. A flash of yellow suddenly crossed our sight. It was the Black-naped Oriole, bright yellow in color. Its harsh call was interjecting the Large Green Barbet’s call.
As we moved on, we intermittently noticed a pair of Bronzed Drongos following us. The Black-naped Oriole also tried to remind us of its presence once in a while. It was almost afternoon and we could feel the heat. A covered tank at the beginning of the Hariyal trail served as a good resting spot. Food and water were next on our mind. We guzzled some water but had to wait until we were outside the sanctuary for food.
Mornings are generally believed to be the best time for bird activity as it’s when the birds are on the look out for food. When we were about to consider moving to our next destination Uran, there was a sudden flurry of activity in a nearby bush. It was a blue bird and then a white bird followed by another light blue bird. Was it the blue effect of the water we drank I wondered? In between all this commotion there stood a black bird with a chestnut colored belly, almost as if it was meditating. Well the blue birds were the flycatchers: Black-naped Monarch, Tickell’s Blue, and Verditer, all female. The white male Paradise Flycatcher was trying his tricks to impress them. The black bird was everyone’s favorite Whiterumped Shama. Believe me it was a treat to our eyes, almost a well-orchestrated silent show. We enjoyed it to our eyes content.
It was time to move to Uran. We had to increase our bird tally and the open-field and water birds were our next target. On our way we waited at a fruiting tree and got a glimpse of the Yellow-footed Green Pigeon and the male Asian Koel. The Green Pigeon is the state bird of the Maharashtra. It was gobbling juicy figs, while the Koel watched it.
The next destination, before we reached Uran was an open-field. The Common Hoopoe, a bird that I had seen at Bandhavgarh in Madhya Pradesh, was swinging its fan-shaped crested head. On the gound, near the bushes, were the Ashy Prinias. The Indian and the Magpie Robins, House Sparrows, Rosy Starlings, and Chestnut shouldered Petronias were interspersed in the habitat. The open-field had more in store for us; the Greenish Warblers, Stone Chats, Asian Palm Swifts, and Barn Swallows, all made our day. Overhead flew the Plum-headed and Roseringed Parakeets. Unlike the forest habitat, birds in an open-field are quite obvious.

A few minutes later the water invited a lone Marsh Harrier. Then there were numerous White-throated Kingfishers and to our viewing pleasure not 5 but 10 to 12 Red Avadavats. We also spotted the Yellow Wagtail, Ruff, Long-tailed Shrike, Purple Moorhens, and the Sanndpipers: Common, Wood, and Curlew. We had to later visit another water body to spot the Jacanas: Bronze-winged and Pheasant-tailed.
At the end of the day, we submitted our logbook with a total tally of 110 birds at the Maharashtra Nature Park in Mahim. All in all, though we didn’t win the race, it was a great first time experience for me-actually an experience of a lifetime!