Cranes in India

 


Today we are off to see the rarely sighted Sarus crane-the tallest flying bird in the world. Mr Bachchu is our venerable guide; we have a hair raising ride in a Mahindra jeep which fortunately does not have functioning seat belts-this means in case of accident we will die instantly rather than being severely injured and enduring a slow, protracted and painful death in a hospital. Apparently Indian doctors do not require any medical training!

So we stop beside the road and we see a plethora of Sarus cranes





as well as all sorts of other cranes, herons, ibises and the odd bin chicken.







Mr Bachchu is a font  of information but fails to tell us that the Sarus crane is all over north Queensland.

In the afternoon we tour a local village and are venerated by the inhabitants, Captain Cook style.









Then it is off to a holy temple sort of place




where we receive blessings by the Sadhus.

In the evening we meet a middle aged American tourist who shows us her collection of Sadhu dickpix!


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