The author had camped in the exquisite landscapes of Nagzira. His only accessories being a pair of binoculars and an enthusiastic mind full concern towards the wild life. And loo.... The findings were truly amazing. During his stay there, he would wake up to the early morning calls of the Dayal bird. The disappearing moon on one horizon and the spreading daylight soothed his eyes. The tall trees, their widespread but leafless branches would slowly come into sight. The only lantern which spread enough light throughout the night would appear to be lightless with the emerging sunrays. This would initiate him to come out of his bed, wrap it back quickly and start his day anew. 'पहाट होई ती दयाळ पक्ष्याच्या भूपाळीने. क्षितिजाकडे कललेला चांदोबा दिसे. झाडांचे उंच-उंच बुंधे, पर्णहीन असा त्यांचा विस्तार - यावरचे आभाळ हळूहळू उजळत जाई. माझ्या निवासापुढे कडीला टांगलेला वं दील फिकट पिवळा दिसू लागे. मग झटपट अंथरूण गुंडाळून मी आयुष्यातल्या या नव्या दिवसाचे सार्थक करण्यासाठी बाहेर पडत असे....' भंडारा जिल्ह्यातील 'नागझिरा' अभयारण्यात गळ्यात दुर्बीण, मनात अमाप उत्साह आणि आस्था; केवळ या अल्पशा भांडवलावर लेखकाने मुक्काम ठोकला. काय सापडले या जंगलसफरीत... त्याचा हा वृत्तांत