Trees n’ Tigers

Tigers on trees panorama ©

trees & tiger cubs

Who says the leopard doesn’t change his spots? Sometimes he wears stripes!

The myth of the tiger, built over centuries through records of ancient documents, India’s Mughal and Colonial histories and reams of accounts from all kinds of tiger-hunters and watchers had left us with a classic stereotype of this animal which now seems to be up for scrutiny; That they are solitary, nocturnal… and don’t climb trees.

But tigers do climb trees. As youngsters or sub-adults, trees fascinate them and they are light enough at 230 kilos to go up and down them relatively easily. Trees are great for horseplay, sharpening their reflexes and their claws, and they are a perfect vantage point from where to survey their environment. Once they grow to full adulthood (close to 370 kilos), they get too heavy.

Thanks to India’s new love affair with wildlife photography and modern research technology, there is much more access and intrusion into the so called ‘secret life of tigers’today.

Ranthambhore, when explored as a virgin wildlife landscape in the 70s by the legendary Fateh Singh Rathore was a cluster of village fields and hutments and the tiger was a shy and secretive creature, seen occasionally and only at night.

Today tiger moms are strutting about in the open, with their offspring in tow, for hordes of long-lensed photographers and visitors. From the birth of the cubs till adulthood at around 2 years, they are raised in front of a house-full audience of people. This is happening in Ranthambhore, Bandhavgarh, Tadoba, Panna, and I believe even in Bandipur and Nagarhole.

From the miraculous glimpses of tigress ‘Noon’ with her new -born litter in the 80s to spending a full day with T19 and her cubs this year, tiger behavior seems to have come a long way. Perhaps tigers too, quite like the leopard, are rapidly adapting to the intense human presence that is constantly around them.

Tiger on a tree uncropped

Tiger sub-adult high up in a mango tree, in Bijrani, Corbett

two cubs in the big tree

Horseplay on the ‘jungle gym’

cub w butt up on tree

Awkward for tigers to come down trees because they are front-heavy.. opposite of the leopard.

Moving Stripes

tiger in motion panorama ©

                                                                            A composite frame of T19’s cubs in motion

Ranthambhore’s sambhar powered, all -terrain Hummer, 400 pounds of torque.. A turbo powered mac truck that can build incredible thrust in a split second and then turn on a dime.

A tiger in flowing motion is a thing of powerful beauty. I was fortunate to get a few grabs of T19’s sub adults frolicking in the open grasses that skirt Ranthambhore’s Rajbagh lake. I also got a few hundred out-of-focus bloopers which was tragic because the action was spectacular and a more accomplished photog would have done more justice to the moment
Since turning to photography I sometimes miss not worrying about the camera settings and just enjoying the fleeting moment for what it is.

cub charging ©

cub mustang pose copy ©cub full run copy©

fighting cubs 2 ©

sparring cubs 2 ©

two cubs wrestling copy ©

Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That’s the problem.

T19 returns to a joyous reception by her cub after an outing

T19 returns to a joyous reception by her cub after an outing

T19 3 cubs leaving jhalra ©

By accident rather than design, I have found myself in Ranthambhore almost every few months, these last couple of years. Also quite by chance, I ended up in the presence of a remarkable tigress who rules the prime real estate of this region. She perhaps is the first tigress who has raised 3 cubs from birth to sub- adulthood under the full glare of tourists, wildlife paparazzi & filmmakers and in the process, has given the world an expose´ on how tigers live and raise families. The secret life of a tiger is secret no more.

I have been an unwittingly lucky spectator to T-19’s family life over this period of time, thanks to Balendu Singh who triggered it all by calling me in sweltering June last year to ask if I was coming to see the new cubs. When I refused and told him that I would visit in October instead, he said “ Well, ok fine, but they wont be little cubs anymore in October”. I left for Ranthambhore very the next day.

Over this year and a half I have been witness to the most amazing acts of motherhood, protection, loving care, admonishment, training, fun and playfulness of this little group. At the risk of sounding anthropomorphic, her trials and tribulations, joys and sorrows, her determined investment in her progeny has been as human as human could be.

The sheer pleasure of being kissed by one of her cubs when she returns from an expedition, or the terrifying snarl which is admonishment to a cub who seemed prone to run up a little too close to the tourist jeeps (Yes, humans are dangerous, children!! Keep away! ) is evidence enough that the distance between us as a species isn’t as great as we believe.

It has been a privilege and a tremendous learning to be a voyeur to this little family drama unfolding in the lives of this very public tigeress and her cubs and I do hope I can follow many more episodes of this story as it continues..

As someone famous once said; “ Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That’s the problem.”

I spy

T 74 close up blur ©

“ I see that you have seen me, seeing you”. A peekaboo through some very thick foliage of the not-often-seen T-75 ( the offspring of T17 aka Sundari ).

Some people mistook him for an older male, Romeo ( T6 ) but that Rudolf nose is a dead-giveaway. The pink is a sign of youth. As they grow older the pigmentation turns darker.

With the recent population explosion at Ranthambhore, and the resident tiger moms raising their offspring from infancy to adulthood in full public view of park visitors, a notable behavioural change over that last 15, 20 years, it remains to be seen how the park and the town of Ranthambhore manages this recent ‘good news’ of more tigers. Limited space, more tigers – more tigers used to human proximity. Something for all of us think about, worry about…