In this post I am daring to frame the symmetry of the tiger. One of my favourite poems is ” The Tyger” by William Blake. Here are the first two verses from the poem
“Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?”
We arrived at Tiger’s Den Resort just as the day was getting hot. The entry garden of the resort has shady trees and a path leading to a friendly face, cool, moist face flannels and a lemon squash. Safari’s into Bandhavgarh National Park occur at dawn and dusk. It’s too hot for tourists and the wildlife in the middle of the day!
Bandhavgarh National Park is in a region with a subtropical climate. There is a hot, dry summer (April- June) followed by monsoon rains from July to September. Then from October through to March it is cool and dry, gradually warming into summer. We got to know the park in its summer attire; golden dry grass, carpets of dessicated leaf litter, dusty earth, blue skies and the brilliant lush, green, fresh foliage of Sal trees (Shorea robusta). Dormant rice fields surround the park, waiting for monsoon.
Anyway onto tigers….
The first tigers we saw were 3 cubs who I think were about 4 months old. They were well hidden in bush near a waterhole. Their father turned up for a drink and they emerged from their shady hideaway to play at the waterhole and drink. A chicken (jungle fowl), an original chicken because India is where chickens come from and where I assume they were domesticated, crossed the road to the waterhole. Two of the tiger cubs got very excited. You can see them in the photo – very alert and watching the jungle fowl. As the fowl wandered away from the waterhole one of the cubs assumed full stalking posture and moved in slowly on the dallying bird. Suddenly the cub pounced. The startled fowl went hurtling off and crossed another road in front of us. The cub followed in hot pursuit. The rooster and cub disappeared from view into the bushes. There was a bit of crashing then a huge racket of squawking jungle fowl -the rooster had obviously found his flock to warn them and they all panicked loudly. A little while later the sheepish cub returned to the waterhole without success. More training was needed!
We watched the male and the cubs until it was time to leave the park. The cubs clambered all over their father and played with his tail. Then play fought with each other.
The second tiger we saw was a beautiful tigress.
This tigress is mother to these three cubs who were about 1 year old