Wangdue Phodrang, Bhutan
"Watch out for the tigers," the farmer quietly warned me as I trekked out alone from his sturdy wooden home. The rising sun barely gave an orange nod from a Himalayan snow cap across the way. With camera in hand and a nervous watchful eye, I walked through the tiny farming community and out across the yellow pastures and barley fields of the narrow Phobjikha Valley, elevation 9800 feet. "Don't be nervous", I mumbled to myself. " "The tigers want chickens for ...