The sun beats down on our heads mercilessly. The jungle, miles upon miles of leafless trees, is quiet, save for the constant drone of crickets. A leafless kullu tree (a local varietal of gum) rears its knobby, finger-like branches to the sky, its white bark like the sun-bleached bones of a long-gone animal.
Pench National Park in summer is the driest forest I’ve ever seen, seeming too arid to host any life. How wrong I am! A branch cracks, and just like that a pack of dholes appears. One of the wild dogs emits a high-pitched whistle. Their ears
Pench National Park in summer is the driest forest I’ve ever seen, seeming too arid to host any life. How wrong I am! A branch cracks, and just like that a pack of dholes appears. One of the wild dogs emits a high-pitched whistle. Their ears