There is a world somewhere between reality and fiction. Although ignored by many, it is very real and so are those living in it. This forum is about the natural world. Here, wild animals will be heard and respected. The forum offers a glimpse into an unknown world as well as a room with a view on the present and the future. Anyone able to speak on behalf of those living in the emerald forest and the deep blue sea is invited to join.
here's an interesting in-depth write up from the Nature Photography club of India, i think they explain his deep roots in their words very clearly.
Waghdoh, the undisputed king of Tadoba Andhari Tiger Reserve today reigns a large part of the buffer forest across Junona, Agarzari and Kalapani, after voluntarily moving out of Moharli last summer. Given his love for his queens and his penchant for taking care of his cubs, he is regularly sighted on the Chandrapur-Tadoba Road leading to Moharli village, during his outings with the little ones, who are now by no means little anymore. Over a year old, his cubs are growing big and beautiful under the tutelage of their father and mother, Madhuri.
But this isn't the only family of Waghdoh. He is known for his large family that comprises of three tigresses and ten cubs. Although, he is regularly seen with Madhuri's four, unseen to the outside world, he also raises the cubs of the Kalapani and Agarzari females, one having two cubs and the other three.
While moving over to Agarzari, he is cautious though, given the influx of new entrants like Khali who are eyeing a large piece of his kingdom. But the king has seen tougher times and with age comes wisdom. He treads cautiously avoiding confrontation and thus, still holds control of his lands.
We were on his trail this January since we follow this family closely. After information arrived at noon, that he had lead the cubs to the road and had, at that moment, blocked the road, we rushed only to realize that he had moved into Junona.
With the noon drive due, we moved into Junona instead of the planned Kolsa range, after the morning rendezvous with the Kolsa queen. As we tracked the family’s pugmarks inside Junona, we were clearly confused since the father and four cubs’ pug imprints were all over the place, in all possible directions.
We chose to stay, while other cars that followed us chose to search around. Two hours later, the king called out to his prince and princesses for he had killed only a while ago that day and was resting in a puddle inside the thickets while his progeny were out exploring the land.
With no response, the king decided to step out to look and as he stepped out, found himself face to face with us – mortals who simply watched this majestic king in awe. Sometimes, through the view-finder…