Written by Jim Wywrot
Experts talk about the instinct of animals and tend to downplay their intelligence. I think there is more intelligence in animals then in many experts. I want to talk about three animal s I came across.
This is a story of a bird.
It starts during an early morning walk to work. It was early fall and there were only a few people about but what caught my eye was a seagull. I am not sure why. It may have been the motion that caught my eye but I saw a seagull flying away carrying something round and yellow in its mouth.
Just then I walked by a pear tree. A few were scattered on the ground beneath. Mystery solved, I watched as the seagull flew away with its morning breakfast.
Another second I would have turned away, but just then I saw the seagull had dropped the pear. If I didn’t see it for myself I wouldn’t have believed it but the seagull banked hard to the left dropped into a steep dive and caught before it hit the ground. A grab like that is usually accompanied by shouts of “who da man”, but I just kept on walking.
The seagull came toward me climbed and turned in a circle resuming her course. I say female because that last manoeuvre was very graceful.
As it came close to spot where she had dropped it disaster appeared to repeat itself. The pear dropped again! Another hard bank. Another steep dive. Another awesome catch. “That must be one slippery pear”, I thought.
The seagull started to climb again and turned away to leave. I expected her to hold on much tighter this time and watched closely. I was in for a shock. She dropped it again!
Sharp bank, steep dive but third time was not a charm as it splattered on the ground.
That’s when it occurred to me. It wasn’t a slippery pear. She was just playing. Revelling in her aviation prowess. Or maybe she was simply showing off.
Now I know the experts will say it was not play. Just practising catching food as it comes in handy or whatever. You know like wolf cubs brothers fighting each other. Not for fun, but to hone skills for survival. Purely practical really.
I don’t know about that though. It sure looked like fun to me.
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This is a story about a fish.
Years ago we were visiting a friend’s cottage on Lake Superior. Anyone who has been to Lake Superior knows it has two temperatures, cold and bloody cold.
It was a beautiful summer day as my six year old son and I walked along the beach. The waves were pounding its rhythm on the beach. We would walk into the water up to our knees but not much farther as the water was like ice.
As we walked down the beach, perhaps a mile, we came to a small pool that was about 15 ft from the lakes edge. The tides go up and down and as they recede sometimes small ponds are formed near the lakes edge and this was one of them. This particular was about 3 ft deep and 25 ft across.
The water being separated from the cold mass of the lake was much warmer and we waded in. Just then we noticed a school of minnows in the pond.
As we stood and watched, my son suggested digging a canal to link the pond to the lake.
Using our hands we started to dig a trench in the beach sand. Five minutes into it, our small trench allowed the first wave to travel up the beach and rather than dying on the lakeside of the beach, it continued into the pond, where the ripple from the wave spread across the pond. Now I know how Roosevelt felt when the Panama Canal was finished.
After two more waves the walls of the canal started to cave in, blocking the next waves path. We had to keep digging to keep the canal clear. But as we did we noticed one of the minnows had left its school and was now using our canal as a route to the lake!
Now we had a mission! We had to make the trench deeper so that the minnow could make it over the crest. We worked furiously. We dug but with each wave a bit of the walls would cave in and back-fill the trench. Each time Hector (we had named him by that time) did his part. As the wave came into the pond he made a mad dash upstream. The wave would not fill the trench deep enough and he ran out of water right at the top and had to turn around and scramble back to the pond.
We tried perhaps a dozen times. Each time Hector made his hell-bent-for-leather run.
We eventually had to give up, the difference in length and height was too much for a man and a small boy using, only their hands. Hector slid back into the school and we couldn’t pick him out from the crowd.
My son told me that we couldn’t leave until he got out, but I explained this part of Lake Superior sees changes in tides. The water would overtake the crest and he would finally be on his journey, with or without our help.
As we walked back, I thought about Hector. I wondered why out of 100 minnows, there was only one that was bound and determined to head out?
Experts tell us that safety in numbers is rule that fish follow. It’s an instinct thing. But this clearly didn’t fit the data.
Was Hector then, a minnow version of an entrepreneur? Striking out for bigger opportunities. Or was he just a truant? Playing hooky from school.
I thought about this as we walked back. It occurred to me when the experts look at anything, whether it is the stock market or behaviour of people and animals, most often they just look at group behaviour. It’s not that the individuals don’t count. It is just that they are too hard to explain.
Whatever the reason I am glad there are individuals in the world. It sure makes life more interesting.
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This is a story about a mammal. Specifically a cat. One named Scooter. We rescued him from the pound when he was a kitten as company for our older cat.
When our older cat died he became our one and only cat. He maintained that role for many years. He made the trip from Ottawa to London in our car. We kept him in a travel cage. Somewhere around Woodstock he felt the need to stretch his legs so we let him out just as a large tanker truck was passing in the centre lane. I can remember him looking up at it as we travelled along the 401 at 100 kph, this huge truck rumbling beside us. When he looked around and realized he was on a three-lane highway he went right back into the cage. He was smart too as you can see.
When our kids were smaller they had a teenage babysitter who looked after them during the summer cat. The babysitter’s cat had kittens and the boys got to see the kittens and well you know the rest. Spud the cat arrived and became the junior cat.
The first meeting between Scooter and Spud was interesting. When Spud saw this huge cat he did the arch-the-back thing. This was probably laughable to Scooter who was 6 times his size. Scooter though was all patience and wisdom – a Buddha of a cat really – and gave the little purrish sound that meant, “All is cool little buddy.”
Scooter was a pacifist cat. Unlike others of his species he would be content to watch the birds and squirrels and other cats that visited our yard. Spud was more aggressive. Any cat that came over Spud would make sure they knew this was his turf.
One day I came from the front and as I opened the gate I could see Spud and the neighbour’s cat were engaged in cat-on-cat violence. I was just about to break it up when I caught Scooter sitting on the deck just watching the two, just like a referee.
When I noticed him, Scooter looked back at me for a second. Then he looked back at the fight. Then looked back at me for a bit longer then back to the fight. Not content one more check at me before he jumped up and into the fray. Two on one was too much and the neighbour’s kitty ran back to his yard.
I was never sure if Scooter was thinking “Oh the boss is here. Looks like this might be a good opportunity to get in a few licks. He’ll break it up if it gets out of hand.” But actually I think it was “Oh oh, the boss is here. I wonder if he thinks I am ignoring my duties and not defending the homestead. Better check. Yep looking right at me! Oh well here goes.”
The thought process was so completely obvious. Anyone with two eyes could tell it was not instinctive, that a risk vs. reward evaluation was in process. Should I go or not? Back and forth and then the decision reached. Grudgingly perhaps but reached all the same.
Experts say animals don’t have intelligence. You don’t need to be an expert to know things. You just need two eyes and a fully engaged mind. Maybe its time we told the emperor he has no clothes. After all it is a little cold out.