They Call Me Fighter

One thing a city mouse must become accustomed to India is the presence of so many animals roaming about untethered. This particular gent is more pet than livestock. His name is Fighter. A moniker he earned in his early days when he and the resident dog were jockeying for alpha position. They’ve long forgotten those … More They Call Me Fighter

Breakfast Guests

Each morning as we made our way from our little huts, we were greeted by many feathered friends. Mr. Peacock often made his appearance by the water cooler, hopping up from behind. Ms. Hen hid on one of the chairs in the dining room to escape her paramours who loomed and clucked just outside. And the best … More Breakfast Guests