![]() A Classic RevisitedMehran Zaidi BIRDS IN MY INDIAN GARDEN By Malcolm Mcdonald Alfred A. Knopf ; First Edition edition (1961) Aleph Book Company, New Delhi, 2014, pp. 248, Rs. 299.00 VOLUME XL NUMBER 4 April 2016 To review a classic is always difficult.
How much could one praise and fawn
over a book which reads so delightfully
that you tend to forget that it is a nonfiction
piece of work? Malcom Mcdonald was
the UK High Commissioner to India in the
1950s and lived in the heart of Delhi, the
Lutyen’s zone. Being a bird watching enthusiast
he spent a lot of time observing the feathered
ones in his garden.
One aspect of the book which hits you
instantly as a Delhi bird watcher is how easily
Malcom was able to spot birds like the
Pallas Fish Eagle in his garden. In 2015 if
you tell a fellow ‘birder’ that you saw this
bird in your garden then he will think that
you are probably crazy. This of course shows
how far we have come in the last 60 odd
years, despite central Delhi being considered
‘green’ even today. The green cover area in
Delhi is 19 percent of the total area, which
is still much more than in other cities and
one that makes Delhi one of the greenest
cities. It boasts of bird parks like the Okhla
sanctuary, the Aravalli biodiversity park and
the Yamuna biodiversity park among numerous
other unofficial birding sites. It also has neighbourhood parks and gardens which are
rich in birdlife even with the rapid urbanization
the city has gone through in the past
few decades.
One of the major highlights of this book
is the manner in which McDonald meticulously
observes and understands the
behaviour and movements of the birds. How
they eat, call, court the female sex or preen
themselves. He brings in an human angle to
the whole scenario which makes you relate
with the book even more. For example on
page 31 he writes about domesticated fantail
pigeons, ‘In due course each hen laid
two eggs. That happened over and over again,
and the number of pigeons should have
multiplied at an embarrassing and indeed
alarming rate. Yet somehow that never happened.
Some eggs were addled, others were
stolen by gourmet House Crows, numerous
chicks who got born soon died of neglect by
their astonishingly incompetent parents, and
many of those who survived longer were
murdered by stray cats or kidnapped by raiding
birds of prey.’
Such vivid and easy to understand description
of birds and their habits is very difficult
to find. It is also very easy for ... Table of Contents >> |