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Migratory Flamingos at Sewri Mudflats, Mumbai

We have been planning to visit the winter guests of Mumbai for last few years. This year finally we could! Thanks to a bulleteer mate – Vikram Pai aka Untamed. We planned it on Whatsapp and visited Sewri Mudflats for a rendezvous with the guest birds – Flamingos.
Walking Flamingos at Sewri Mudflats
Scientifically, these are Lesser Flamingos or Phoenicopterusminor, the smallest species of flamingo. It mainly occurs in Sub-Saharan deserts and Runn of Kutch. Annually, thousands of Flamingos fly in to the warmer mudflats of Sewri, Mumbai to avoid the harsh winters of their breeding habitat in Rann of Kutch, Gujarat. A lot is still to be done to study the main reasons (winter, food-few of them) and their possible routes. Their general stay at Mumbai (Sewri mudflats, Thane/Airoli/Vashi creeks) spans October-March, though it depends on the arrival of winters in Kutch and also on the ability of baby-flamingos to fly.
Bombay Natural History Society (BNHS) and few other NGOs are working hard to get these locations protected as Ramsar sites. Birdlife International has identified areas in Thane and Mahul-Sewri creek as Important Bird Areas (IBA). Government is still to recognise this importance of this zone.
A humble request
to all those who are planning to visit this site is not to flaunt what vehicle they are driving/riding and respect the Migratory birds as they respect a guest. Mudflats are already too dirty; please don’t dump wrappers etc there. Government may someday wake up and do their part, but that doesn’t stop anybody to help keep the place clean and protected. Respect birds’ privacy and enjoy their natural trail.
We visited the place before sunrise, but I personally feel it’s not the right time for amateur photographers unless they are carrying low f-stop lenses. Scarcity of light and dull ambiance makes photography difficult in early hours. Suggest to reach the place at sunrise time and wait till it rises enough to lit the area well enough for perfect shots at high shutter speeds.
Here are a few shots by me and my friend Kaustav:
An awesome shot by Kaustav
Serenity reflected... 
Spot the odd one out...
So shy they were, Everytime I shouted 'Cheese" they put their heads in mud!
A Kingfisher
Ready to fly
Hello Sun!


Probably Sun tastes Yummy!

How to reach Sewri?
The mudflat is near Sewri jetty and can be Googled. Don't search for 'Sewri Mud flats', it's 'Sewri mudflat'. Route is tricky, so its better to ask local people for directions. It's at walk able distance from Sewri local station, and one can drive or ride too generally up to the Jetty. Though policemen didn't interrupted us, few peoples/blog report that they may.

To know more, may visit these sites:
  1. Bombay Natural History Society 
  2. DNA News: Dec 23, 2011
  3. Times Of India: Feb 9, 2012


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  1. These are some absolutely stunning shots. We had Flamingos in Hyderabad this year in Gandipet lake and I visited there a few times to see them. But they were too far to be shot by my 300 mm lens in any meaningful way...

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  2. 300mm was the only lens to click some good pics, otherwise my friend's 36x Prosumer camera was best bet...thanks for visiting and appreciating @desi Traveler :)

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