"Open your eyes and sharpen your ears to see and feel the beauty of nature".

Little Squirrel and Mango Tree

It was a rainy day, i went out for my routine walk. Plants were seemed to be very fresh after having a good bath in the stormy rain. eventhough there was drizzling sun was shining. I was very thrilled to see and touch the plant. suddenly a little squirrel came to close to me. As if it wanted to tell me something. Patiently i noticed its move. Then I realized it wants to taste the ripen mango in my mango tree ( sorry, it is not mine gift of god for all the creatures ). After realizing its motive the photographer in my blood awakened.So i rushed inside for my handy cam. As i expected, squirrel started to climb the mango tree it was not in a hurry( as we humanbeings). It seemed to be take permission from the mother tree for a moment.Then it directly went for its feed. ( i am wondered how exactly it identifies which is ripen or which is not ). I felt it kissed the mango once, before it started eating.

fortunately i was very patient to take the lively scene. suddenly a pair of wood pecker landed on its branches. they also wanted to taste the same. I forecasted a fight between squirrel and woodpecker. But what happed is that squirrel left the place as soon as the woodpecker whispered something. ( This i felt very jealous to king solemn known for his ability the language of birds and animals )Woodpecker started to taste ripen mango , after their turn is over
squirrel came back to finish the mango.

"Open your eyes and sharpen your ears to see and feel the beauty of nature".

Little Squirrel and Mango Tree - Scene 1

Little Squirrel and Mango Tree - Scene 2

Little Squirrel and Mango Tree - Scene 3

Little Squirrel and Mango Tree - Scene 4

I 'm guided by these words - Blogger mangroveskerala - 51th Post

Each time a man stands up for an ideal,
or acts to improve the lot of others,
or strikes out against injustice,
he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope ,
and crossing each other from a million
different centers of energy and daring
those ripples build a current that can
sweep down the mightiest walls of
oppression and resistance.
- Robert Kennedy

"Sometimes, I feel I’m another mad mangrove tree." - By Pokkudan

His real name is Pokkan, quite an earthly name for an untouchable pulaya (a downtrodden caste group of agricultural labourers and fisherfolk) born in the 1930s in Kerala. When he was born, his umbilical cord was like a blown-up balloon, or the bloated, elongated, seeds of the common mangrove tree. Out of affection, his kith and kin called him Pokkudan. He is now known as Kallen Pokkudan.
All his life, Pokkudan has lived close to the wetlands and, for over a decade, he has been collecting, preserving and planting the seeds of the ‘mad mangrove’ tree (long-fruited, stilted mangrove know as rhizophora mucronata). The association between the man and the tree is so close that Pokkudan says, "Sometimes, I feel I’m another mad mangrove tree." His name is now synonymous with mangrove conservation in Kerala.
When Pokkudan started planting mangrove seedlings in 1989, at the age of 52, he was all alone. Environmentalists had not begun to pay attention to the destruction of mangrove forests, the rainforests of the coastal ecosystem. The Coastal Regulation Zone Act had not come into force. Researchers had not begun to make a beeline to the pockets of wetlands in Kannur district in north Kerala, where Pokkudan lived. In just four decades, the extent of mangrove forests in the state had dropped from over 700 sq. km to a paltry 17 sq. km. Yet, Kannur still possessed nearly 45 per cent of the remaining wetlands in the state.

(Crusader who saves mangroves By Surendranath C.)