I did not witness the construction of the nest which had the size of a man’s fist. It would be a great experience since my university course in animal architecture was a source of marvel at how different birds collect different materials to weave, in different fashions, out different forms of nests. I noticed it when one day, as I walked along the straight corridor towards my apartment, something softly fluttering sped across my view. He or she was a little bird rushing into the open air away from this corridor ten-storey above the ground. I turned to where he or she should have come from. Hanging from a thin branch of a tall potted plant scattered with some leaves was this egg-shaped nest with a hole. Tiny twigs and some feathers were used to weave this simple but adequate home. Probably, he or she had plucked some of his or her feathers. That could be painful, I thought. I wondered why this bird had chosen this unattractive thin plant which belonged to a withdrawn neighbor three doors away from my apartment. More importantly, staying on a plant that was incapable of concealing it and staying at a height easily reachable by humans was unwise at all. “Did the footsteps from my hard executive shoes frighten it?” From then on, everyday, I walked past the plant with the slightest sound. At night, as I came back home and passed the plant, I would, taking care not to startle the faint animal, steal a glance at the hole where his or her beak rested.
My respect for animals is as natural as animals are beautiful. I can’t comprehend how any human with all its gift in reasoning could inflict pain upon or even kill other animals when it knows well that it doesn’t like pain. An ex-colleague, Diane, which was then a fresh Biology graduate, ate the same rice and meat everyday like a one-dimensionally programmed machine without being equipped with sophisticated taste buds to receive tastes and feel textures, not to say being installed with the brain to unify them all as an experience. Its indifference towards good or bad food mirrors its attitude towards animal rights. “Why should I care? When a cat or dog passes by, I just kick it. They should be sent to laboratories for testing,” Diane’s one-dimensionally programmed brain sent the data to the lifeless tongue which then rattled to output the sound wave. This wave sawed through the air to my ears and the signal I received took the form of venom that gloomed my sight of Diane. “Here is a form of ultimate evil that should have never been conceived,” I thought. Unfortunately, there are many such things born each day. Why can’t “poaching” only mean cooking in simmering liquid? Why can’t “whaling” perhaps mean swimming with whales? These otherwise nice-sounding words conjure an endless violent montage sequences of a mass of feathered fowls tightly contained in a cage to harpoons sinking into whales wriggling desperately in a shallow red sea to live lobsters being thrown into boiling water to bears screaming as their paws are being cut off for food to monkeys’ eyes deranged with pain when their skulls were cut off to feed on their brains etc. The world is a living hell for these beautiful animals. If you call the things that execute these atrocities humans, then don’t call me one.
The Research paper on Animal Planet documentary
Running for four seasons, the Animal Planet documentary show Meerkat Manor captured the attention of viewers all over the world. This was often credited to its then-unique form of documentary: the animals lives were romanticized with an ongoing narration that included recurring foes, colorful names, and a bevy of life or death situations for the Whisker family. However, embedded in the very nature ...
For a few days, the bird had not come back. My housemate said the plant owner disturbed the bird. “Yes, fly away from evil humans and for freedom,” I thought though to abandon the painstaking effort of building the home should be painful. “Good luck, my neighbor.”
