The Lone Ranger
08-09-2007, 09:44 PM
Yesterday evening, as I headed out from the school, I noticed a large, fat toad sitting in the parking lot. I like amphibians in general, but there's something appealing about toads. Maybe it's those big, googly eyes, and their placid demeanors. (Okay, I like all animals -- but you know what I mean.)
Having no immediately pressing business, I squatted down for awhile to watch the toad. It sat there and did what toads spend most of their time doing -- sitting perfectly immobile. Fascinating as this behavior was to observe, the thrill of it did eventually wear off, and so I decided to be on my way.
I didn't wish to leave the toad sitting in the middle of the parking lot, on the off chance that someone might drive into the lot and run over the poor critter, so I thought it would be best to relocate it to someplace safer. I picked up the toad, which made no protest and no effort to escape. Nonetheless, to sooth it, I softly said, "Don't worry; this is for your own good; it isn't safe here."
Now why do people do such daft things? I know, better than most, that the sounds I was making were of no meaning whatsoever to the toad. If it'd been a cat or a dog, bred for generations to associate with humans, that'd be one thing; it might have at least understood from the tone of my voice that I was trying to sooth it. But a toad certainly would not have understood that.
The biologist E. O. Wilson has speculated that humans have a "Biophilia" instinct. That is, he has suggested that humans have an innate tendency to bond with and relate to other species -- and that we "instinctively" feel uncomfortable in any environment where there aren't any plants or animals around us. He has suggested that this is one reason why people tend to love their lawns, why they buy houseplants, and why they insist on having pets.
Maybe so. Regardless, I still find it amusing that I feel the need to try to comfort an animal that I know full well can't understand what I'm doing or the significance of the sounds I make while doing it.
***
I found that I couldn't sleep later in the night, so at about 4:30 a.m. I gave it up and decided to go for a walk.
Crickets were chirping away. From the rate at which they were chirping, the air temperature was about 60 degrees F. Up in the trees, katydids were calling (http://naturebits.org/NonAvian/mp3/Katydid.mp3).
As I walked down into the field behind the apartment, a White-Tailed Deer snorted (http://naturebits.org/NonAvian/mp3/DeerWhiteTailedSnort.mp3) in alarm, and in the moonlight I saw a doe and her two fawns bound away into the nearby woods. At the bottom of the hill, Green Frogs were "gunking (http://animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu/site/resources/alan_wolf/rana_clamitansm.mp3)" away like mad. Again, I know it's silly, but there's something about the calling of Green Frogs that always sounds cheerful to me somehow.
Overhead, Cassiopea shone brightly in the northern sky and I followed her to Polaris, the "North Star." Ursa Major wasn't visible though, as it was obscured by some clouds near the horizon. Almost directly overhead, the "Great Square" of Pegasus was easily visible. Further to the south, Orion the Hunter glittered, and he trailed after the Pleides in the shoulder of Taurus, the Bull.
I continued on down a stretch of unpaved road and to a wooded area. After wandering for awhile, I decided to head back. The eastern sky was beginning to lighten with the coming dawn. Shortly after I started back, I heard, ever so faintly, a sound I hadn't heard in 5 years. I froze and listened intently, hoping that my ears hadn't been deceiving me, but then I heard it again. Down in the woods somewhere, an Eastern Screech Owl was calling (http://fsc.fernbank.edu/Birding/bird_sounds/eastern_screech.mp3). They're absolutely my favorite birds, and I was simply delighted to hear one calling.
Years ago, I used to work as a Naturalist at a Girl Scout Camp. One of my favorite tricks was to call in owls. Diligent practice has given me the ability to mimic the calls of most of the common owl species; I can do a bang-on imitation of an Eastern Screech Owl, a Barred Owl (http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Strix-varia-1.mp3), a Long-Eared Owl (http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Asio-otus-1.mp3), a Short-Eared Owl (http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Asio-flammeus-1.mp3) or a Great Horned Owl (http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Bubo-virginianus-1.mp3). (No mere human can convincingly imitate the unearthly shriek of a Barn Owl (http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Tyto-alba-3.mp3) however, I'm convinced.)
I'd take a bunch of kids down to the Camp Late after dark and call to the owls. Often, I could get one to call back. Sometimes, if the kids were really quiet, I could get an owl to fly right up to us to investigate this "intruder" in its territory. The kids just loved it when I could get an owl to come to us.
Anyway, I called to the screech owl, hoping it would call back or better yet, come closer to investigate. Maybe I'd get lucky and catch a glimpse of it. No such luck, alas. The owl stopped calling soon after I started, and if it came closer to investigate me, I never saw it.
After a time, I gave up and headed back home. Just as I was reaching my apartment, a second screech owl began calling from a copse of trees just behind the apartment. I called to this one too, but I had no better luck in eliciting a response or in convincing it to come close-enough for me to see it.
Still, hearing not one but two screech owls really made my morning.
Edward Abbey once wrote that it's a mistake to take a flashlight with you when you go out for a nature walk at night. You'll experience more with your ears and your dark-adapted eyes than you will by shining a flashlight all around you. I'm inclined to agree.
Cheers,
Michael
Having no immediately pressing business, I squatted down for awhile to watch the toad. It sat there and did what toads spend most of their time doing -- sitting perfectly immobile. Fascinating as this behavior was to observe, the thrill of it did eventually wear off, and so I decided to be on my way.
I didn't wish to leave the toad sitting in the middle of the parking lot, on the off chance that someone might drive into the lot and run over the poor critter, so I thought it would be best to relocate it to someplace safer. I picked up the toad, which made no protest and no effort to escape. Nonetheless, to sooth it, I softly said, "Don't worry; this is for your own good; it isn't safe here."
Now why do people do such daft things? I know, better than most, that the sounds I was making were of no meaning whatsoever to the toad. If it'd been a cat or a dog, bred for generations to associate with humans, that'd be one thing; it might have at least understood from the tone of my voice that I was trying to sooth it. But a toad certainly would not have understood that.
The biologist E. O. Wilson has speculated that humans have a "Biophilia" instinct. That is, he has suggested that humans have an innate tendency to bond with and relate to other species -- and that we "instinctively" feel uncomfortable in any environment where there aren't any plants or animals around us. He has suggested that this is one reason why people tend to love their lawns, why they buy houseplants, and why they insist on having pets.
Maybe so. Regardless, I still find it amusing that I feel the need to try to comfort an animal that I know full well can't understand what I'm doing or the significance of the sounds I make while doing it.
***
I found that I couldn't sleep later in the night, so at about 4:30 a.m. I gave it up and decided to go for a walk.
Crickets were chirping away. From the rate at which they were chirping, the air temperature was about 60 degrees F. Up in the trees, katydids were calling (http://naturebits.org/NonAvian/mp3/Katydid.mp3).
As I walked down into the field behind the apartment, a White-Tailed Deer snorted (http://naturebits.org/NonAvian/mp3/DeerWhiteTailedSnort.mp3) in alarm, and in the moonlight I saw a doe and her two fawns bound away into the nearby woods. At the bottom of the hill, Green Frogs were "gunking (http://animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu/site/resources/alan_wolf/rana_clamitansm.mp3)" away like mad. Again, I know it's silly, but there's something about the calling of Green Frogs that always sounds cheerful to me somehow.
Overhead, Cassiopea shone brightly in the northern sky and I followed her to Polaris, the "North Star." Ursa Major wasn't visible though, as it was obscured by some clouds near the horizon. Almost directly overhead, the "Great Square" of Pegasus was easily visible. Further to the south, Orion the Hunter glittered, and he trailed after the Pleides in the shoulder of Taurus, the Bull.
I continued on down a stretch of unpaved road and to a wooded area. After wandering for awhile, I decided to head back. The eastern sky was beginning to lighten with the coming dawn. Shortly after I started back, I heard, ever so faintly, a sound I hadn't heard in 5 years. I froze and listened intently, hoping that my ears hadn't been deceiving me, but then I heard it again. Down in the woods somewhere, an Eastern Screech Owl was calling (http://fsc.fernbank.edu/Birding/bird_sounds/eastern_screech.mp3). They're absolutely my favorite birds, and I was simply delighted to hear one calling.
Years ago, I used to work as a Naturalist at a Girl Scout Camp. One of my favorite tricks was to call in owls. Diligent practice has given me the ability to mimic the calls of most of the common owl species; I can do a bang-on imitation of an Eastern Screech Owl, a Barred Owl (http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Strix-varia-1.mp3), a Long-Eared Owl (http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Asio-otus-1.mp3), a Short-Eared Owl (http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Asio-flammeus-1.mp3) or a Great Horned Owl (http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Bubo-virginianus-1.mp3). (No mere human can convincingly imitate the unearthly shriek of a Barn Owl (http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Tyto-alba-3.mp3) however, I'm convinced.)
I'd take a bunch of kids down to the Camp Late after dark and call to the owls. Often, I could get one to call back. Sometimes, if the kids were really quiet, I could get an owl to fly right up to us to investigate this "intruder" in its territory. The kids just loved it when I could get an owl to come to us.
Anyway, I called to the screech owl, hoping it would call back or better yet, come closer to investigate. Maybe I'd get lucky and catch a glimpse of it. No such luck, alas. The owl stopped calling soon after I started, and if it came closer to investigate me, I never saw it.
After a time, I gave up and headed back home. Just as I was reaching my apartment, a second screech owl began calling from a copse of trees just behind the apartment. I called to this one too, but I had no better luck in eliciting a response or in convincing it to come close-enough for me to see it.
Still, hearing not one but two screech owls really made my morning.
Edward Abbey once wrote that it's a mistake to take a flashlight with you when you go out for a nature walk at night. You'll experience more with your ears and your dark-adapted eyes than you will by shining a flashlight all around you. I'm inclined to agree.
Cheers,
Michael