The next day, I headed down to Magra by road, a good hour-and-a-half journey away. Following the Mussoorie-Chamba ridge past Woodstock School and Jabbarkhet Bazaar, past the forest check post, I continued along the ridge to reach Kaplani and Masrana on the main road. A sharp left at a small intersection with the straight road to Chamba got me onto the road to Thatyur. Driving down some 20 minutes and I was on the northwest face of Toap Tibba, a lovely forested mountain that teems with black bear (you&rsquore not likely to see any, so just take my word for it), goral (wild Himalayan mountain goat), kakar (you might actually see one, so don&rsquot blow your car horn), khalij pheasant, chukor partridge and the elusive jerow or &lsquohill&rsquo sambhar. I stopped frequently, especially along the moist ravines, and came across moss banks teeming with butterflies, and horse chestnut trees with Himalayan barbets calling from their leafy and flowering boughs. I kept going downhill, and saw a sharp kutcha track turning left, to the government garden of Magra. Driving down to the rest house (looking out for laughing thrushes and red-billed blue magpies), I parked there. At the forest rest house, the affable old chowkidar immediately recognised me and came across, and we walked out to the nursery together. At the time, the kiwi climbers were laden with medium-sized fruit. We walked past the few olive trees and some regular stone fruit trees. If you listen carefully here, you are likely to hear the husky bark of the kakar, or see a fleeting glimpse of a covey of khalij.