Graylag Goose

In the crisp air of Bharatpur, a trio of geese parades across the tapestry of withered gold and emerald meadows, a march in quiet contemplation of the day’s end. The leader, with feathers etched in the earth’s palette and a beak as pink as the dawn, steps forward with purpose, its eyes reflecting a landscape bathed in the soft warmth of the setting sun. Its companions follow suit, an embodiment of grace and synchrony, their presence a gentle whisper in the stillness of the sanctuary.

They move as one, each step a note in a silent overture to the symphony of twilight. This dance of light and life, witnessed only by the ancient trees and whispered about by the winds, holds within it the stories of Bharatpur’s wild, a hidden gem nestled in the heart of India, a moment captured, a memory eternal.