On Wednesday, November 1, a friend and I visited the San Francisco Zoo, and enjoyed
seeing a pair of African lions, a tiger, brown, black, and polar bears,
and a giant anteater running around in circles. But the highlight of the
Zoo visit was the exotic birds. My first encounter was with the
Waldrapp Ibis which
was in the open African Savanna. The ibis approached me, flapped its wings once,
and sat down, seemingly in meditation. The next bird that attracted my
attention was the Giant Hornbill.
It was carrying a fruit in its beak and quite colorful in its flight
from tree to tree in its cage. But the star performance of the day was the
Maguari Stork.
When I came to its cage, it approached me and lifted up its head.
I said "Higher! Higher!" and it responded by stretching its neck
up a few more inches. Then the stork bent its head a full 180º backwards
touching its back!
I've never seen such acrobatics before and applauded its dramatic
performance. The Maguari Stork would screech out loud and plunge
its beak to the ground. When the zookeeper came inside the cage to clean
some foliage, the stork spread out its wings, screeched and chased the zookeeper
away. Then it came back and repeated its neck-lifting and head-bending
performance for me again and again. I felt as though I was a symphony
conductor urging it on and on, spending half an hour with this exotic bird.
Unfortunately, my camera was out of batteries, and I didn't take any photos
of the Maguari Stork. A week later while getting a jar of olives from my
refrigerator, a piece of paper seemed to cling onto the jar it was a
loose label from a Vlasic Dill Spears pickle jar. This label must have been in my
refrigerator for awhile since I threw out the pickle jar months ago. The Vlasic
Logo appears to be a Stork that is relishing a pickle. I was quite amused
by this sudden discovery. It was as though the Maguari Stork was still talking to me.
For the last month, I've been working on a book about
Doves,
reading about its symbolism in alchemy and folklore. I located doves in paintings
from museums, found quotes on doves from the Bible, poetry, and literature.
Then I searched for doves on
postage stamps from my collection
and on the web. On November 28, I found two Tunisia bird stamps with the denomination
of 55 millimes. Since Plato associated the Platonic Lambda (number 55)
with the soul of the universe (Timaeus 35b), and birds symbolize the soul,
I was excited and happy to add these two bird stamps to my
"Number 55" web page.
On Friday, November 24, I went on a hike with a friend
at the Arastradero Preserve in Portola Valley.
There were so many cirrus
clouds in the sky which
resembled birds that I
took a whole roll of film on them.
I was wondering why all these bird images were coming
into my life.
The front page of today's San Jose Mercury News
(Wednesday Nov. 29, 2006) had an
interesting article:
"Mystery bird from Africa graces Los Altos Hills"
It's about an East African crowned crane that flew
into someone's back yard. I've not seen such a bird before,
but Lisa M. Krieger's photo of this bird resembled a halo around Christ,
Buddha, and those saints and holy men. I wanted to meet it
and pay my homage and respect.
I told my friend about it,
but she was not interested
in chasing this wild bird
all over Los Altos Hills.
She showed me her map
"See how large an area
Los Altos is It's your
work day and you can't be
late for work at the Computer Lab!"
She did drive me to the
bank and Long's to buy my
December Bus Pass.
When another friend phoned me,
I told her to read the
front page of today's
San Jose Mercury News.
She asked whether the
paper listed the crane's
whereabouts. I told her
that it didn't, but
reported the names of the
neighbors where the
crowned crane flew.
I found Sandra Humphries
address and phone number
in my Mountain View Phone Book.
My friend phoned and left
a message asking for permission
to visit her backyard. She came to
the Middlefield Computer Lab at 3 pm,
and we went to Fremont Road, not
knowing whether we'd see this exotic bird.
A tall white-haired woman
was in her driveway when
we parked on the road.
I asked if she's Sandra
and she said "Yes. The
crane is still in the yard."
I couldn't believe my eyes.
What a majestic giant bird
from East Africa landing
here in Los Altos Hills!
Sandra allowed me to take
photos of the crowned crane,
warning me that I shouldn't
get too close. A neighbor did,
and the crane flapped its
wings and gave a loud grunt!
Sandra told us that when she
and her husband returned from
a week's vacation, she saw this
huge crowned crane in their
driveway "Do you see what I see?"
she asks her husband, not
believing her eyes. Now the
crowned crane seems to like
her backyard as it's secluded
and not so exposed to street
traffic. The clusters of the
pine trees and grass shrubs resemble
giant dandelions that's similar
to the shape of the crane's crown.
So it blends in with the yard's
surrounding extremely well. Sandra's
husband bought some bird seeds,
and the crane seems happy pecking
away at insects and seeds in her
spacious dry grassy yard.
The crane flies to a neighbor's
porch to leave its droppings.
Sandra says, "Thanks goodness
I don't have to clean up my yard."
A fellow named Patrick Ng left a message on her phone and said
two crowned cranes escaped from his netted cage in his aviary.
But Sandra is not giving up her crane without documentation
by its original owner. Meanwhile after today's Mercury News story,
she's deluged with calls from this news media like CBS wanting
to air this story on TV. She doesn't want more publicity
and declined. It was such a treat that she spent half an
hour telling us her story.
She says, "It's a wonder waking
up in the morning and opening
the window shades to see this
majestic crowned crane in my
back yard." I tell Sandra about
a TV documentary many years ago
by an ornithonologist on the
"Dance of the Whooping Crane".
Cranes mate for life, and when
one of the cranes died, the
ornithologist performed the
courtship dance himself,
even mimicking the crane's
voice. I had read that the
Uganda villagers would perform
native dances similar to that
of the East African crowned cranes.
The first two photos that I took were through the pine tree. When
I came into the open yard, the crane began to walk away. But
then it returned and I took my third photo of it in the
open field. Hope it comes out nicely. I thanked Sandra
for sharing her stories of this beautiful bird and allowing
me to take photos of it in her yard. When I told her how
my camera ran out of batteries at the San Francisco Zoo
last month, Sandra said, "Now the Crowned Crane has flown to you."
I got back to the Foothill Computer Lab
at 4:30 pm in time for my work at 5 pm.
Wrote two haikus of this wonderful experience:
Such beauty and grace
flew to a Los Altos yard
this haloed crowned crane!
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I take a picture
of this tall majestic crane
its gold crown glowing!
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