Mate, cut the aboriginal kid some slack. When I heard that tale the first time, given I am of Norwegian roffta's or root's for you other folks, I was told it was a Norskamerikanere kid that made the discovery about an elephant. Apparently both of those youngster's were kinda right, because there are actually a few three trunked elephants, and some have been reported to be able to shove 500 lbs. of gunnite and rebar up there.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
For Steve Robinson
Berlin Tiergarten--1945
Anti aircraft complex in Tiergarten
Garden behind the Reich Chancellery
View of the Reichstag from the edge of the Tiergarten. The road leads to the Brandenburg Gate
Cologne Zoo
Cologne, like most zoo's and wild animal industries such as the circus, now seem to be getting on track. It is amazing if you study animal history, to learn that "notoriously hard to propagate" animals such as Gorilla's of yesterday, and Elephants of today, become almost whorish and wanton in their reproductive practices, once the supply train derails, and no more product is available for the taking. Funny how that work's, and it has happened over and over again, through out captive animal history.
Cologne Zoo Gorilla Exhibit
Exterior of Cologne's Gorilla habitat, above and the interior, in the two photo's below. It was built it 1985. Cologne like all zoo's have changed for the better, but it wasn't always like this.
People today often times get upset at international animal laws and regulations such as CITES which is an international agreement between governments, whos aim is to ensure that international trade in specimens of wild animals and plants does not threaten their survival, and wonder why it is all necessary. I have read, and have a copy of an amazing book, so I fully realize why animal laws and regulations are necessary, but for anyone who hasn't read "Gorillas In the Mist", I suggest you read chapter 5 closely, in which Dian Fossey describes how in separate 1969 incidents, two baby gorillas were taken from their families for exhibits at the Cologne Zoological Garden, resulting in over 20 wild, endangered mountain gorillas being killed. Adult gorillas will fight to the death to protect an infant's life; therefore, to extract the infant gorillas, hired poachers killed two entire families, or troops. The zoo was able to bribe the wildlife park conservator by offering him compensation including a free trip to Germany. Fossey herself nursed the infants, Coco and Pucker, back to health, before they were seized by the park conservator and shipped to the Cologne Zoo. Coco and Pucker lived a short 10 years in captivity and then died within one month of each other at the Cologne Zoo.
All animal industries have to study and learn from their history, if they are going to advance and not repeat the error's of the past. They can try to forget their history, but the history does not forget them. Better to use it as a learning tool for change.
Cologne Zoo
The Cologne zoo was founded in 1860. It was virtually destroyed during WW II, with only 22 animals remaining, and had to closed for two years to be rebuilt. It reopened in 1947. Below is the South American Building after the war, and today, above.
Does anyone more familiar with Cologne and it's historic buildings know if the zoo is visible in this photo below taken in 1945 illustrating the devastation that occurred as a result of the war?
London Zoo
Rodent House 1939, from a page in Animal and Zoo Magazine, November 1939 issue. It featured an unusual request from Julian Huxley at London Zoo. He wrote encouraging visitors to bring scraps of food for the zoo animals and wild birds at the zoo.
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In the link above, from an unbelievable site, which I don't care to post, in which there is an amazing attempt to deny the Holocaust, and instead point a finger at satan's army led by England, the United States, and their allies, the sorry twist has posted pictures and a story of the destruction of German zoo's and the attempt at destroying German civilization(it wasn't personal at Germany, nit wit. It was a deal called the Third Reich, that got a Wellington as well as a Larry Mahan broke off in their ass)
Kawaisouna Zou (Poor Elephants) by Yukio Tsuchiya: A True Story of Animals, People, and War
Kawaisouna Zou (1951) is a sad story by Yukio Tsuchiya about three elephants in Tokyo’s Ueno Zoo during World War II, that has been made into a children's anime tv series. It is interesting to note the two "different" book covers. Above is the book as it was issued in Japan, and below is the book as it was issued in the United States. Realizing it was the style of clothes worn during the era, with the khaki and green colors and half boots, the zoo keeper looks an awful lot like an Imperial soldier with a swagger stick? I wonder if it was an American attempt at "subliminal suggestion?"
Kawaisouna Zou (Poor Elephants) by Yukio Tsuchiya: A True Story of Animals, People, and War
The cherry blossoms are in full bloom at the Ueno Zoo. Their petals are falling in the soft breeze and sparkling in the sun. Beneath the cherry trees, crowds of people are pushing to enter the zoo on such a beautiful day. Two elephants are outside performing their tricks for a lively audience. While blowing the trumpets with their long trunks the elephants walk along large wooden logs.
Not far from the cheerful square, there stands a tombstone. Not many notice this monument for the animals that have died at the Ueno Zoo. It is quiet and peaceful here, and the sun warms every corner. One day, an employee of the zoo, while tenderly polishing the stone, told me the sad story of three elephants buried there. He said today there are three elephants in this zoo. But years ago, we had three different elephants here. Their names were John, Tonky and Wanly.
At that time, Japan was at war. Gradually, the war had become more and more severe. Bombs were dropped on Tokyo every day and night, like falling rain. What would happen if the bombs hit the zoo? If the cages were broken and dangerous animals escaped to run wild through the city, it would be terrible! Therefore, by command of the Army, all the lions, tigers, leopards, bears and big snakes were poisoned to death.
By and by, the came time for the three elephants to be killed. They began with John. John loved potatoes, so the elephant keepers mixed poisoned potatoes with the good ones when it was time to feed him. John, however, was a very clever elephant. He ate the good potatoes, but each time he brought a poisoned potato to his mouth with his trunk, he threw it to the ground. “As it seems there is no other way,” the zoo keepers said, “we must inject poison directly into his body.” A large syringe, the kind used to give shots to horses, was prepared. But John’s skin was so tough that the big needles broke off with a loud snap, one after the other. When this did not work, the keepers reluctantly decided to starve him to death. Poor John died seventeen days later.
Then it was Tonky’s and Wanly’s turn to die. These two had always gazed at people with loving eyes. They were sweet and gentle-hearted. The zoo keepers wanted so much to keep Tonky and Wanly alive that they thought of sending them to the zoo in Sendai, far north of Tokyo. But what if bombs fell on Sendai? What if the elephants got loose and ran wild there? What would happen then? Tonky and Wanly, too were doomed to be killed at the Ueno zoo, just like all the other animals. The elephant keepers stopped feeding Tonky and Wanly.
As the days passed, the elephants became thinner and thinner, weaker and weaker. Whenever a keeper walked by their cage, they would stand up, tottering, as if to beg, ‘Give us something to eat. Please, give us water!’ Their small, loving eyes began to look like round rubber balls in their drooping, shrunken faces. Their ears seemed too large for their bodies. The one big, strong elephants had become a sad shape.All this while, the elephants’ trainer loved them as if they were his own children. He could only pace in front of the cage and moan, ‘You poor, poor, pitiful elephants!’ One day, Tonky and Wanly lifted their heavy bodies, staggered to their feet, and came close to their trainer. Squeezing out what little strength they had left, Tonky and Wanly made their last appeal. They stood up on their hind legs and lifted their front legs up as high as they could. Then, raising their trunks high in the air, they did their banzai trick. Surely, their friend would reward them with food and water as he used to do.
The trainer could stand it no longer. ‘Oh, Tonky! Oh, Wanly! he wailed, and dashed to the food shed. He carried food and pails of water to them and threw it at their feet. ‘Here!’ he said, sobbing, and clung to their thin legs. ‘Eat your food! Please drink. Drink your water!’
All of the other keepers pretended not to see what the trainer had done. No one said a word. The director of the zoo just sat very still, biting his lip and gazing at the top of his desk. No one was supposed to give the elephants any food. No one was supposed to give them any water. But everyone was hoping and praying that if the elephants could survive only one more day, the war might be over and the elephants would be saved.
At last, Tonky and Wanly could not move. They just lay on their sides, hardly able to see the white clouds floating in the sky over the zoo. However, their eyes appeared clearer and more beautiful than ever. Seeing his beloved elephants dying this way, the elephant trainer felt as if his heart would break. He had no more courage to see them. All of the other keepers felt the same, and they too stayed away from the elephants’ cage. Over two weeks later, Tonky and Wanly were dead. Both died leaning against the bars of their cage with their trunks stretched high in the air, still trying to do their banzai trick for the people who once fed them.
‘The elephants are dead! They’re dead!’ screamed the elephant trainer as he ran into the office. He buried his head in his arms and cried, beating the desk top with his fist. The rest of the zoo keepers ran to the elephants’ cage and stumbled in. They took hold of Tonky and Wanly’s thin bodies, as if to shake them back to life. Everyone burst into tears, then stroked the elephants’ legs and trunks in sorrow. Above them, in the bright blue sky, the angry roar of enemy planes returned. Bombs began to drop on Tokyo once more. Still clinging to the elephants, the zoo keepers raised their fists to the sky and implored, ‘Stop the war! Stop all wars!’
Later, when the bodies of the elephants were examined nothing was found in their washtub like stomachs – not even one drop of water. With tears in their eyes, the zoo keeper finished his story. “These three elephants – John, Tonky and Wanly – are now resting peacefully under this monument.”He was still patting the tombstone tenderly as the cherry blossoms fell on the grave, like snowflakes.
Quote from 91 year old art critic Chieko Akiyama "It’s important for people to think, ‘how tragic’ and ‘why did this happen’ from an early age,” Akiyama says. “Rather than vocal opposition to war, a feeling of pity is enough to begin with, and I think that kind of pure emotion will give readers a chance to think about war when they are able to understand the meaning beyond the story. I want children to listen to it,” she said.
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