Rascal Chuck and the Peacocks

     The Grounds for Sculpture in Hamilton, NJ  is known world wide for beautiful sculptures placed here, there and everywhere in a magnificent landscape. 

    Somehow Chuck discovered that nestled among the sculptures were peacocks. Loads of peacocks living there. He wanted to see them. And he had tons of questions about them. 

    So as we wandered throughout the grounds, it was clear from the start that Chuck had a mission. Find the peacocks.

    We'd been to the zoo before and to spot a peacock in all their splendor is exciting. But imagine a magical place where everywhere you look, you see another one.  And you can sniff another one.

    Peacocks are amazing to watch. Someone whistled and we watched as the peacock looked up and all around. What is that sound? 

    

    Chucky wanted to know--what do peacocks eat? 

    In front of us, to our amazement, a peacock was munching on an apple. They also eat beans, peas, leafy greens, berries and other kinds of fruit.

    Chucky wanted to know--why do some peacocks have super long bridal veil like feather tails and others don't? Well, the peacocks are the boys and the peahens, which are smaller and mostly brown and white are the girls. The boys are so beautiful in order to attract the girls during mating season. Together they produce peachicks. 

    Chucky wanted to know--how many feathers are on that tail anyway? About 200 or so. 

    Chucky wanted to know--how long do they live? In the wild, between 10 and 15 years, but in captivity they can live up to 50 years. 

     Chucky wanted to know if peacocks can fly? Like Superman. Yes, but not long distances. Still, it's amazing to see them move  through the air. 

    Of course, what Chucky really wanted to do, was dying to do, was get close enough to sniff a peacock. Cats and dogs alike learn so much from their environment from their sense of smell. But, as you would have guessed, as Chucky angled closer and closer, the peacock shifted away. 

    Mr. Peacock was no dummy. 

    Chucky did not give up and was about to try again when something happened. I'm not quite sure what occurred, but someone startled one of the peacocks. Peacock #1 let out a shrill call that sounded like a high pitched HELP. Peacock #2 repeated that same high pitched HELP. The air around the peacocks vibrated with the sound. Scientists say that humans can only hear a fraction of the sound that peacocks make. 

    It was a bit unworldly. 

    Chucky jumped back. I'm assuming he heard more than I did. And whatever he heard, it was enough. He was warned. Keep your distance, buddy.  And the Rascal cat did. To live another day and have another adventure.

Chuck and his Gorilla Infatuation

     The oldest gorilla in the world--a female--who happens to live in the Berlin Zoo just turned 66 years old. It was all over the news. The zoo celebrated her birthday by delivering branches filled with a large assortment of fruits, vegetables and watermelon (with a big 66 carved into it), a selection like she might find in the wild, if she were on her own and one day was very lucky and hit the jackpot. Ha. Ha.

    The remarkable thing about Fatou was, indeed, her age. Most gorillas live to be about 35 years old and can live to be 50. So Fatou is beating the odds. In 2022 Ozzie, the oldest living male gorilla was 61 years old when he died in captivity.  

    Sometimes that's all Chucky needs to hear--a captivating animal in captivity story--to get his heart racing. 

    "No, Chuck. We are not flying to Berlin to meet Fatou."

    Imagine the Rascal Cat pouting.

    "Gorillas either need to live in the wild or they need to be behind glass in captivity."

    More pouting.

    Dan intervenes at this point. "The closest gorillas I know live at--"

    Before I can shush him, the proverbial cat is out of the bag. We are on our way to the Philadelphia Zoo to meet the infamous gorilla family. There are five of them, and there is always a crowd. Dad and mom and three "kids," younger gorillas who have come from all over and are now part of this wonderful, sprawling gorilla family.

 

 

    You can watch them in their inside quarters--behind glass. Or when they're outside, you can watch them hang around outside--behind glass. 

    Unfortunately, the glass is usually smudged with the fingerprints of kids who point and press their noses up to get a closer look. 

    Gorillas spend a lot of time sleeping. So when they're active, it's a real treat. Of the five, the most impressive is Motuba. He's the dad and the one Chuck becomes instantly obsessed with. 

    

    When I've been at this zoo before, Motuba has been sleeping. The younger gorillas swing around. They jump from place to place. Basically entertain the people that come to visit. But Motuba sits in a corner. And sleeps. Or looks for something to eat. 

    This time, and maybe because Chucky wants it so much, Motuba saunters right over to where we are standing behind glass (waiting for something to happen) and plops down in front of Chuck. 

    Motuba is massive. I can see right away Chuck is impressed. Dan holds Chuck up so that Chuck can get a good look at him. Chuck has a million questions and there's no one better to ask than Dan, semi-genius.

    "Gorillas eat plants, mostly," he explains to Chuck. "And they love to eat. In fact, they can eat all day long." (Chuck can definitely identify with that.)

    "How strong are they?" I ask.

    "They are four to five times stronger than people. An adult gorilla is about 4 1/2 feet tall, but they have long arms. A girl gorilla's arms are 6 1/2 feet long. A boy gorilla's arms can be 8 feet long."

    I ask the question that is on my mind. "Are they dangerous?" 

    Dan shakes his head. "Actually, gorillas are quite shy and reserved. They attack people only if they feel threatened. Usually they will roar first and do a make believe charge to scare you before they attack."

    I have to admit, they are fascinating to watch.

    

      They are like us in so many ways. They live in family groups. They hang around with each other, cozy up to each other. They use tools. They laugh, and they grieve. 

    I remind Chuck that Koko was a female gorilla in captivity who learned 2,000 words in sign language so she could communicate. 

    When it's time to leave and go to another exhibit, Chucky doesn't want to go. I get nervous. Chuck usually has a plan, a scheme. 

    "We can't stay here all day."

    Chuck meows.

    "Oh, no. We can't take Motuba with us. He has his family. This is where he lives. There's no such thing as adopting a daddy gorilla."

    Chuck looks too forlorn for words. I hate disappointing the kid, but there's no way I'm bringing home a 600 pound gorilla. I have to think fast. I casually glance at my watch. "Isn't it time for your snack?"

    That's one thing Chuck and Motuba have in common. Eating all day long. Chucky's eyes light up. Reluctantly he leaves. Well, not that reluctantly. But before he goes, Chuck puts his face right up to the glass and waits. Sure enough, Motuba glances over and tilts his head, as if trying to figure out why Chuck looks so different from every other kid who's there.

    Later I say to Chuck, "You might have been the first cat Motuba ever saw. Imagine that."

PS If you happened to read last week's blog, Rascal Chuck's Favorite Snake, you'll want to know Chuck's choice for the snakiest snake:

                                     The Green Anaconda

    

    

Rascal Chuck's Favorite Snake

    I am no fan of snakes. When I was a kid, a snake slid over my foot in my girlfriend Donna's backyard. I screamed for an hour. When I was a principal, I was forced to stand still while a boa constrictor was wrapped around my neck during a snake presentation for fifth graders. And be brave about it. 

    Chuck, my rascal cat, feels the exact opposite. He loves snakes. He finds them fascinating. When we visit the Philadelphia Zoo recently and discover the Rare Animal Conservation Center is open (finally), Chucky clamors to see the snakes. 

    "What for?" I want to know. They are enclosed behind glass. Some of them are poisonous. Or they can kill you by constricting the air out of your body. "Don't go in there if all you want to do is free the snakes, Chuck."

    But he just wants to see them. Admire them. "And, mom, take some photos so humans can appreciate them," he meows.

    Dan is the one who suggests asking our readers to make a decision. "We can showcase five snakes and let everyone decide which snake they think is the best."

    "The creepiest," I say.

    "The best example of snakiness," is Chucky's vision.

    So in we go. The Conservation Center is necessarily dark. Exhibits flank either side. The place is crowded with moms and dads and lots of kids. Everyone has their camera. Several kids want to adopt a snake they see and take them home. Their parents laugh. No way. Chucky thinks the parents have a poor attitude.

    We trudge along. 

    Exhibit #1 is the Northern Water Snake which lives in central North America. This snake is unique because the baby eggs stay inside the mom until they are ready to hatch. When the babies are born, they come out as little snakelets, much like human babies. No eggs here. The only difference is the snakelets are completely independent of their moms. And, they're snakes, of course.

    Chucky wants to see a snakelet. Wriggling around. Unfortunately, the snake on display is full grown and stares right at him. 

       Exhibit #2 is the Timber rattlesnake which lives in the NE United States. These snakes are venomous and like to hibernate in deep crevices in rocks. They return year after year to the same place, which makes them an easy target for destruction! Today they are in danger of extinction, which is sad. I'm trying to have sympathy for them. I hate to see any creature get obliterated from the earth, even if it is a snake.

    If there was no glass separating this snake from us, the innocents observers, Chucky would have jumped right in. 

    "I want to sniff him," he meows. 

    "Not today."

    Exhibit #3 is the West African Gaboon Viper. It grows six feet long and six inches in diameter. Despite their size, the pattern on their skin and shape of their head allows them to hide on the floor of a forest and ambush small mammals and birds. Well, that sounds terrible to me. These are BIG snakes. You would not want to casually come upon one of these giants in the forest. No way.

    That's my humble opinion. Not Chuck's. 

    I try to explain. "Chuck, you're considered a small mammal. This snake could eat you. Gulp. You're history."

    Chucky shrugs. He'll take his chances.

    Exhibit #4 is the Pueblan Milk Snake found in central Mexico. It is a beautiful snake--look at that pattern on its skin. And it looks nearly identical to another snake that is venomous. The Pueblan Milk snake is not poisonous. It's fake look helps protect it against predators. Pretty cool.

    We stay at this exhibit a long time. Chuck is fascinated watching this snake writher around. There are signs all over asking us not to bang against the glass. Chucky, of course, ignores those signs. He bangs away. 

    Exhibit #5 is the Green Anaconda. This snake is one of the largest predators in South America. They eat waterfowl and reptiles and can even snatch a monkey from a branch that happens to be hanging over the water. (That part about the monkey really freaked me out.) This photo does not do this snake justice. It is enormous. But it is a bit heartwarming to see two of them cuddled together. Yeah, even in the snake world, there is love.

    

     At the end of our snake experience, I ask Chuck one more time, "Did you really like seeing all those snakes?"

    He tilted his whiskered face as if to say--Are you crazy--Of course. I liked seeing them slither and slide along the ground. I liked their faces.  

    Meow. Meow.

    Stay tuned next week to find out which snake was Chucky's favorite.  And if you have a favorite, leave a comment and let us know!!!

   

Rambo Chuck and the Lion's Roar

    Who would have guessed that a lion's roar could turn my mild- mannered orange and white rascal cat Chuck into Rambo at your typical wild animal park? 

    Everything that day started out normal. My sisters and I are all inveterate animal lovers--owning cats and dogs. Watching animal shows on TV. So it's no surprise that if there's a zoo within a 100 mile radius, we will want to go to see the animals. 

    That morning my four sisters and I (and Chuck, of course) drove to a wild animal park called Paws and Claws. We were in a particularly goofy mood. It felt good to be outside, wandering around and not have to wear masks and worry about catching the dreaded covid virus. Besides, this zoo had a good reputation for treating the animals well. The cages were kept clean. The animals were well fed. And there was a fantastic gift shop!

    Before we even snatched our first glimpse of an animal, as we were still traipsing down the connecting path from the gift shop to the actual zoo part, a sound reverberated through the air that shook us to the core. It sounded like part thunder and part end of world. If you've never heard a lion roar, in real life I mean, you can't begin to understand how a deep throated lion's roar carries for miles. The air shakes around you. When I was on safari in Kenya, Africa, on the plains, a lion's roar put the fear of God into you. But even here in the supposed safety of a zoo, the roar can stop you in your tracks.

    "What was that?" one of my sisters asked.

    "I don't know, but it sounded like . . ."

     I knew what it was. I'd heard that sound before, and I could only hope to God that the lion who roared so ferociously was safely behind bars. 

     Even though I knew what it was, I didn't know what it meant. I glanced down at Chucky. He'd stopped in his tracks. His ears perked up. He looked around as if he was expecting something to happen. In that instant, his entire manner changed. I should have noticed the not so subtle change in his personality, but I didn't. You know that moment on screen when Clark Kent becomes Superman. When Bruce Wayne becomes Batman. But this was real life and for Chucky, he didn't throw off his fur and don another costume. 

      My sisters continued their walk down the path and were easily distracted. They had a chance to show off their silly side by pretending to be kangaroos. I tried shrug off the unsettled feeling of the roar and to even get Chucky to pose, but he would have none of it.

     His avoidance of all things fun should have tipped me off that he had something else in mind. I have to admit, most times, he is one step ahead of me. 

      

  After the kangaroo posing, we got serious about visiting all the usual suspects that you expect to meet in a zoo. Our cameras were clicking away. We were oohing and aahing and moving along at an unnaturally quick pace, mostly spurred on by Chucky. 

    

     To see the entire zoo takes about two hours (not counting the gift shop time.) Chuck seemed happy to be outside and sniff along. He seemed somewhat interested in all the animals, but in a curious kind of way he maintained his distance. I did my best to keep my eye on him. 

     At one point, the path we were following forked. Chuck took the less obvious path. He began to move faster and faster. That's when I knew something was up. 

    I glanced behind me. My sisters had stopped to watch the monkeys. 

    "Chuck, wait up."

    But he didn't.

   Suddenly we were at the lion's cage. Several thoughts flew through my mind. #1 Chucky looked like he was headed straight for the cages. #2 Lions usually don't roar just to roar.  #3 There was more than one lion in that cage and they looked restless.

    

     By this time I was out of breath. My imagination was running wild. One gigantic lion's paw reaching out of the cage and strangling my cat, for example, was just one tragic thought I had. Did he look like a snack to them? Were these animals really all that well fed? Were they roaring for more food?

    

      By this time, Chuck reached the lion's cage. He began to paw the part that held the lock. Not in some half casual way, but he pawed that lock the way he pawed our stair carpeting at home, like he was trying to rip it to shreds. When that didn't work, he began to cat-body slam the cage, hoping that it would suddenly disintegrate. 

    He was trying to free the lions from the cage! Crazy cat. He was obviously affected by the fact that he and the lion shared the same lineage. His pawing caught one of the lion's attention who ambled over. Chuck meowed. I thought to myself--if this lion roars again, I will have a heart attack.

       But, no, the lion came over just to sniff. He had no intention of eating Chuck. I think maybe he even shrugged as if to say: "No use, buddy. I can see what you're trying to do, but they really lock us in here." 

     And for good reason.

    A few seconds later the lion drifted back and laid down for a snooze. 

    I picked Chucky up and carried him away from the cage. 

    "What were you thinking?"

    Before he had a chance to meow, my sisters appeared. 

    "Don't get too close to that cage," one of them advised. "Those lions look dangerous."

    "Yeah, remember that roar we heard?"

     "You see," I whispered. "And you were trying to set the dangerous lions free? They may look like you, and you may think they're just big cats, Chuck, but trust me there's more than meets the eye."

      After all, a roar is way different than a meow. And twice as dangerous!