Archive for the ‘Animals’ Category

Our Brief Visit from a Wild Friend

Friday, June 10th, 2011

Yesterday, as Jim stepped out the back door with his camera, with the intent of taking photos of flowers, he was startled to see another subject to photograph. I don’t believe he ever did take any new flower photos!

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A deer emerged on the edge of the garden after coming up from the stream area in back of our home / Siberian Iris and Peonies can be seen in this photo.

We never know when wildlife will visit our 7/8 acre piece of heaven. Over the years, our wildlife-friendly yard has hosted many species from mink to fox, opposum, skunks, raccoons, wild turkeys, toads, snakes, and birds of all kinds, interesting insects and beautiful butterflies and larger animals such as deer. Apparently, deer have a keen sense of smell. They always like the rose bushes and, in particular, rose “hips” to munch on. At this time of year, I am not sure any dried rose hips remain from last year’s blooms but something did attract this particular visitor to head straight for the Rugosa Roses that line the interior of a white fence that borders the city sidewalk.

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This deer did not linger long, perhaps alarmed by the traffic or noise in the street. At last count, 20,000 cars travel this road on any given day.

Having briefly explored the possibilities, the deer bounded back to the slope that descends to the old mill stream. the source of power for a woolen mill next door during the Civil War. In the unedited version of the next photo, the eyes of the deer look like bright lights glowing in the darkness of the wooded slope. I know that she or her friends will be back. I just hope that deer don’t enjoy nibbling on the daisies, and most especially, the flowering annuals that Jim planted!

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deer headed to a more protected environment

Bullfighting: What’s the Scoop?

Monday, May 3rd, 2010

It is probably safe to say that most people who did not grow up, going to bullfights and accepting them as the norm, may think of them as barbaric. Within a certain aesthetic, they would be correct. However, to understand why Spaniards and others of Mediterranean descent think of Bullfighting as an art, one has to understand the principles behind the seemingly violent display.

Simply put, bullfighting is an act of man v. beast. The bull is larger, stronger, and has horns. Those horns have the potential to do serious damage, and only the most young and the most agile of bullfighters can get out of their way. Many a bullfighter has had his stomach torn open, an eye taken out, or been gored in the leg or arm. Some of the injuries cause the bullfighter to face long periods of recuperation, or to leave bullfighting altogether. The average amount of time for this particular career is only about six years.

The thrill of bullfighting is the uncertainty of the outcome. It is a way for the bullfighter to prove his manhood, and to look Death in the face. A bullfight is like staring down danger itself. If a bull is extremely valiant, sometimes his life is spared and he lives his remaining years on a farm, in peace. However, the usual outcome is that the bull is weakened by placement of bandillas by the matador, and then is killed with a sword. The body of the bull is pulled out of the bull ring by a team of horses, and the meat is sold. In times past, meat was often given to the poor. At any rate, it is not “wasted.”

In Spain, for a number of years, there have been protesters who shout and carry signs that say: “Bullfighting is neither art nor culture.” “La corrida no es arte ni cultura.” The animal rights activists have been very clear about their position.

In this century, the “sport” or “local entertainment,” depending on how ones looks at bullfighting, is as popular as ever. Bullfighters travel all over Spain and fight 100-110 bullfights per year. The verdict is not in as to whether the practice will continue. Part of the draw is the pageantry involved from the matador’s commanding presence, his outfit, the colorful cape he carries, and the music that is played. It is a time of great celebration, and a time of joy when the bullfighter survives unscathed. Alternately, much anguish is experienced when he is hurt.

Some people can call Bullfights barbaric but the matador and the bull are both trained for their time together in the ring. A slight misjudgment can turn the tide for either of them, and that is what keeps the audiences coming back and cheering. I’ve seen only one bullfight and that was in Calahorra, Spain, not far from where I studied in Pamplona. It was fought in the “Portuguese style.”

Patricia Cummings

“Gorillas in the Mist” – The Film

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

Last night, I happened to catch the last half of a movie about mountain Gorillas in Rwanda and the attempts of a woman, Dian Fossey, to save them from poaching and extinction. Watching this movie was very coincidental, having just visited a zoo yesterday morning. I wish I had seen the film from the beginning. Nonetheless, I now understand a lot more about gorilla behavior: that they live in groups, that the male gorilla will manifest highly territorial behavior, if threatened, such as banging on his chest, shrieking, and showing his teeth.

Dian studied these animals daily, photographed them, and loved them. She also listened for signs of danger to them and would have given her own life for one of them. In the end, she did just that. Speculation is that she became so threatening to the poachers who wanted only to exploit the gorilla’s parts (heads and hands), for trophies, she was murdered in 1985 by an unknown, possibly hired, assassin.

With the beautiful Sigourney Weaver cast in the role of Dian Fossey, the passion that Dian had for protecting these animals was played out. I highly recommend the movie. It is informative, chilling, and educational. The name of the film is “Gorillas in the Mist.” Amazon.com sells it, as well as a number of other books that tell this same story, along with updates. This is a moving tale, particularly if you are a person who loves animals and wants to preserve them in their natural habitat for future generations. The baby gorillas were just adorable!

Ultimately, Dian had singlehandedly saved the mountain gorillas. Her legacy is that they continue to flourish and live today.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications