Humans have given the meerkat a "cute" persona. It's not hard to see why. Intelligent-looking, playful and adept at sitting and standing upright (which tends to make people go "awww"), they are real crowd-pleasers at any zoo.
The reality is a bit different. Like most social animals there are pecking orders, infighting and intrigues within the community that makes Peyton Place look tame. But it is the upright stance that is the darker-tinged characteristic. Instead of the quizzical-looking gaze of a cuddly, carefree creature it is the alert watchfulness of the group's early warning system. Small, furry creatures make tasty meals for larger predators.
As if to drive this point home, while I was shooting portraits of this meerkat, a red-tailed hawk drifted overhead, buoyed by the thermals off the hills of Griffith Park. In short order the alarm was given and the colony scattered for cover in the nooks and crannies of their compound, emerging a short time later when the coast was clear.
Situational awarness wins again.
Immortalized by William Blake's poem, the tiger is one of the most beautiful creatures on Earth. Powerful, stealthy and fierce, tigers have been elevated to near mythological status by humans even as their physical existence is threatened by humans.
One of the more colorful of the big cats, tigers have inspired fantastical color schemes in military aircraft, especially during the special "Tiger Meet" air shows which are held annually for all units around the world who have the tiger as a part of their name or heraldry (more on Tiger Meets can be found at this link: http://www.natotigers.org/tigermeet/index.php ). Tiger-striped aircraft are some of the most sought-after images by slide collectors and airplane aficionados and can be incredible works of art.
This regal tiger seems perfectly unaware of the mystic surrounding him. I'm sure he'd be just as happy without all the people staring at him. But perhaps he's used to it by now. A good nap and a nice haunch to gnaw on will make it bearable, I'm sure.
I had to pull out the 75-300mm lens to get this shot. I think it turned out quite well.
I don't mean to be rude, but that is one sorry looking Rhino at the L.A. Zoo. In truth, Randa is probably lucky to be alive. A little research revealed she had cancer in her horn, which was removed. Hence the stump. In short, she had a real, honest-to-goodness Rhinoplasty.
All joking aside, cancer is no fun. Having seen several friends, co-workers and even family pets battle that disease both successfully and unsuccessfully, the thought of the subject makes the me wince. No, it is not fun at all.
But life goes on whether we like it or not, and so we do the best we can. Some days are especially tough, even for those of us not fighting cancer. By the end of the week it's easy to feel like she looks: tired, saggy and with our tongue hanging out.
On the other hand, she could be the poster child for a TGIF ad campaign. Indeed, that is a pose ripe for immortality, almost as good as the cat hanging by its front paws from a branch or the guy listening to the speakers and being blown away. That is definitely end-of-the-week weary, no doubt about it.
Maybe I should start a line of cards?
If we could project human emotions and responses on our ape cousins this image might well invoke the old adage, "Two's company; three's a crowd." At one time or another we've all felt like the odd-man out. It's not a comfortable feeling nor a happy one.
One wonders if this chimp is feeling similar emotions. The body language certainly leans in that direction. Then again, it just might be another boring day at the office as he watches the zoo visitors ogling him.
The romantic in me wants it to be the former. I know animals can feel jealousy and loss. Any pet owner can tell you that. But do they "feel" it on more than a primal level? That may seem like a bizarre question as many would equate emotions with the most basic and non-intellectual of functions, barely above instinct. But humans have the capacity to understand why they are feeling in that state. Do apes, chimps or cats?
Most of us can say "I feel hurt" and know why we hurt. We can rationalize it and talk ourselves out of a purely emotional response or we can immerse ourselves in our primal misery - our choice (assuming we are not clinically depressed or suffering from some mental disorder). Can they? Can a chimp say "I feel bad because my best buddy is grooming the most desirable female in the troop and they are both ignoring me" and jolly himself out of his funk? As much as I'd like to think so, I don't really know. And how would we ever find out for sure?
If the eyes are the windows into the soul, then the great apes can certainly make a claim to possessing one themselves. While it's easy to anthropomorphize the actions and looks of gorillas as they go about their day in full view of dozens of gawking humans, it is in their eyes that we see something closer to us than many care to admit. There is certainly awareness in those eyes. What do they think of us, I wonder, we who snap their pictures incessantly while our children bang on the windows of their enclosure with wild abandon? Suspicion? Contempt? Resignation? Do they perceive us as dangerous and uncontrollable, like many people see them?
I don't know; but they should.
Evie likes going to the zoo in Colorado Springs so we thought it would be nice to show her the L.A. zoo. It's been a while since I've been there, too. It seemed like a good opportunity to see how the digital and big lenses would work and to get good shots for me while getting nice reference material for Tina's art.
For some reason I've always liked flamingos. Not enough to put plastic ones in my yard, like Tina's sister Lin, but I do find them fascinating creatures. There is a large flock at the L.A. Zoo and in an obstruction-free zone within good range of the camera. This is one of my favorites. I will show more later, plus some really cool zebra shots.
This one is especially pink. I suspect it had something to do with the garish pink liquidy concoction they were feeding the birds. Probably like salmon they need some mineral or nutrient to turn them the "right" color. Ah, we are what we eat.
