It was late in the evening. The sky was ablaze with a spectacularly colourful sunset. We we standing in the salt plain of the Tal Chhapar wildlife sanctuary, enjoying the brilliant colours of the sunset, before calling it a day. There was a slight but chilly breeze, but otherwise it was very quiet.
We heard the faint call of Demoiselle cranes, or Kurja as they are locally called. The Demoiselle cranes, indeed all cranes, have a very far reaching call. The call of the Demoiselle Crane is unmistakable. It is a sad call, mournful, full of longing, and yet it also reminds one of new beginnings and of far away lands.