J. Stephen McDonald |
July 13th, 2006 02:01 AM |
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Originally Posted by Jacques Mersereau
Many birds are far more intelligent than anyone would ever credit them. They have and demonstrate many of the same 'good' qualities that we humans aspire to achieve. You find that out when you spend a lot of personal time with them. Loyalty, bravery, work ethic, ingenuity, kindness, gentleness, playfulness etc., etc. They are not unthinking, unfeeling beings . . . just the opposite.
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Let me tell a few more details about the swan I rescued, that illustrates this level of wisdom. The person who lived at the recovery pond went out twice a day, with a bucket of mixed grain for all the waterfowl that came there. When the injured swan was first patched together and put into the pond, he spent a day swimming all around it, searching for an escape route. When he realized he was stuck there, he decided to make the best of his situation and came right over with the other birds at feeding time. Some of the grain was tossed far out into the water, so he could reach his long neck down and grab it, but still keep a safe distance from this person. After 3 days, he figured out that the birds on the shore were getting more food and he hauled out and joined them. Within a week, he was coming over to his caretaker and eating right from the bucket and a week after that, he would eat directly from his hand. However, he instantly recognized me as the one who had terrorized him, by chasing him down in a boat and who had given him pain with a scalpel. He would come nowhere near shore when I was present and was always giving some swan curse words, in a low voice. I had to go into the nearby house and peer through the shades, or he wouldn't come to the person he knew to be his friend.
When his wing had healed and his new flight feathers grew out after the Summer molt, he spent a week exercising his muscles by taxiing up and down the pond. He didn't try to fly, until he knew his body was ready. Then one evening, he lifted up and flew on a straight line to the lake where I'd found him. Even though he was brought there in a gunneysack after dark, he knew exactly where he was all along. I drove out to the lake and he was sitting right in the middle. I see his calmness during recovery and his careful preparation before trying to fly, as an indication he had a concept of the future and understood the delayed results of his actions. When I was chasing him in the boat, after he'd been shot by a poacher, his mate flew close circles overhead, calling loudly. She wouldn't leave him, even though her own life could have been in danger. I have hoped so much that they were reunited when the flocks came back in the Fall and what better love story could be invented than that? Those who have studied wild swans say they recognize and show affection and respect for their parents and brood mates, all through their lives and even recognize their grandparents, by watching these same things in their parents' behavior.
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