The Lahugala Kitulana Incident: Saved by the Shoe

The Lahugala-Kitulana National Park

Prologue

In 2004 the Department of Wildlife Conservation requested the SLWCS to establish a project to mitigate human-elephant conflicts in the remote Lahugala region.  During one of the preliminary field visits we encountered an injured bull elephant that disappeared soon after we had observed it.  We tried to help the Department of Wildlife Conservation personnel based in Lahugala to find this elephant so that a veterinary surgeon dispatched from their head office in Colombo could treat it.  This is an account of what happened when we went in search of this injured elephant.  While it’s true that a shoe was involved in this incident it had nothing to do with Cinderella’s story.  Though to have had a fairy godmother when things looked pretty desperate during a faceoff with a bull elephant would have made this a very nice fairy tale.

Part I

It was the height of the dry season in 2005 when we came to Lahugala in regard to a project the Department of Wildlife Conservation of Sri Lanka had requested us to establish to resolve conflicts with elephants.  It had taken us close to 12 hours to get there.  That’s how far Lahugala is from Colombo.  Today with better roads one could probably do it in less than 9 hours.  With me were CC, Nishantha, Chandima, and Rohitha.  

The Team: Myself, Nishantha, Chandima, Jeggan and Rohitha

We had come to attend several meetings with local stakeholders in regard to this project.  Rohitha was an old friend, who had joined hoping for a little bit of excitement and adventure.   My dear old friend should’ve known that going to a garden with me was perilous enough.  And here he was looking for a “little bit of excitement and adventure” in the wilderness.  He had apparently forgotten that one had to be mentally deranged to go with me to the wilderness where wild animals range freely and so do I.  

Rohitha posing by the park offices had no idea what he had got himself into

When I was a child just the mention of Lahugala invoked thoughts of remote and impenetrable jungles, small village hamlets, and abundant wildlife, which this entire region actually was until twenty five years ago.  The first time I visited Lahugala was in 1984 on my way to the Kumana Bird Sanctuary which was even more remotely located in the extreme southeastern corner of Sri Lanka.  During that time Monaragala was the big frontier town before one entered the lonely and elephant infested jungles that stretched all the way to Lahugala and beyond.  Those days Siyabalanduwa was a two shop town where all the residents would stare with wide eyes astonished that you had come to their town.  One could get a refreshing cup of tea at one of the two shops and nothing else before embarking on the long and empty road that led through Lahugala to Pottuvil.  Twenty five years ago the road once it passed Siyabalanduwa was pretty much uninhabited until one arrived at Pottuvil and Arugam Bay.  Today of course these areas had been all destroyed for development or settled with hoards of people.  The remote wilderness that existed is just a memory from the past.     

  

The incredibly thrilling jungles of Lahugala

During that first trip over 25 years ago, on the stretch from Siyabalanduwa to Lahugala we drove with our senses alert and eyes scanning for elephants and other wildlife.  To our joy there were, close to or over two hundred elephants congregating by the Lahugala Tank.  Unfortunately the tank is situated quite a distance from the road and not having a powerful telephoto or a zoom lens, the only option was to get as close as possible on foot to take photos with my small Olympus instamatic.  As fate would have it this could be considered the dress rehearsal for what was to happen during the 2005 visit.

Observing a large herd gathered by the Kitualana Tank

A friend and I started to walk up to the Lahugala Tank which was a considerable distance from the road.  Unbeknownst to us a massive herd of water buffalo were on our left flank.  We became aware of them only when several bulls detached themselves from the herd and headed in our direction with heads aggressively held high.  They looked so menacing that we immediately and involuntarily started to walk backwards .  It had become a habit now whenever I’m in a situation facing a wild denizen of the jungle and the odds seemed to be stacked totally against me, to wonder how early humans ever managed to get out of the wilderness unscathed.  Since we had no matador training or a red cape handy we beat a quick and hurried retreat back to the Land Rover.  Probably this was not the dress rehearsal for the recent event since no elephant was involved on this occasion.

A massive wild water buffalo bull looking alertly

A young female wild buffalo walking in a typical aggressive manner. An elephant walking away  at the back

Situated in the farthest corner of the Eastern Province in the Amparai District, the Lahugala-Kitulana National Park is one of the smallest national parks in Sri Lanka at 1,554 hectares.  It was originally designated as a wildlife sanctuary on July 1^st of 1966 and upgraded to a national park on October 31^st of 1980.  The park is situated 318 kilometers east of Colombo.   

Situated nearby to the park was the historically significant Magulmaha Vihara which is supposed to have been constructed for the occasion of the marriage of King Kavan Tissa to Princes Vihara Maha Devi around 200 BC.  They were the parents of Sri Lanak's most famous King, Gamani Abhaya or more popularly known as King Dutugemunu who reigned from 161 BC to 137 BC. 

A part of the grand Magulmaha Vihara

From the ruins one can just imagine how impressive it must have been

One of the most exquisitely carved moonstones can be seen at the Magulmaha Vihara

The park consisted of three irrigation reservoirs or tanks which were the reason for its existence.  The Lahugala and Kitulana tanks gave the park its name.  The Sengamuwa tank was the third and all three tanks drained into the Heda Oya that was located south of the park. These three tanks during the dry season collectively made this little park one of the most ideal habitats for elephants in that part of the country.  They provided the most essential conditions for elephants: abundant food, water and forest cover all in close proximity—a veritable elephant Shangri-La.  Long before Minneriya it was at Lahugala where one could see gatherings of over 200 elephants.  As the waters of the three tanks receded with the commencement of the dry season the expanding littoral plains became a feast of lush beru grass (Sacciolepis interrupta) that was irresistible to elephants.  At the peak of the dry season the park probably attracted close to 300 elephants and it was a spellbinding sight.  It also meant trouble for the villagers that lived right across the road from the park.  By 2004 human elephant conflict had become a major socioeconomic concern and environmental issue.  Both people and elephants were getting injured, dying and displaced as a result.   

Lahugala was famous for its large congregations of elephants long before Minneriya

Beru grass (Sacciolepis interrupta) that made the park an elephant Shangri-La

It never ever failed to amaze me whenever I visited Lahugala to see villages on one side and elephants on the other side with the narrow road as the interface of the boundary that divided both species habitats.  Not that elephants respected or took seriously this boundary demarcation.   To stand on one of the tank’s bunds to observe people and elephants going about their lives on either side of the road was a fascinating spectacle—a vivid visual of the finitely thin interface of the human-elephant divide in Sri Lanka. 

Village youth playing cricket with a wild elephant in the background.  

In early 2004, the Department of Wildlife Conservation requested the SLWCS to provide a solar powered electric fence to protect four villages along the southern border of the Lahugala-Kitulana National Park.  The villages were: Pansal Godaha, Parana Lahugala, Nawa Lahugala and Dewalagodaha with a combine population of close to 3,000 people.  These four villages were seriously affected by crop raiding elephants.  To safe guard their lives, property and crops the villages had resorted to shooting, poisoning and maiming elephants in retaliation.  There was an urgent need to address the escalating human elephant conflicts.  

A rice field destroyed by elephants

A villager heading out to protect his fields carrying a gun

This old farmer is lucky to be alive.  He barely escaped with his life from an elephant attack 

A baby elephant killed due to the escalating human-elephant conflicts

Another reason for the escalation in human-elephant conflicts was the rampant illegal logging and clearing of forests that was going on in the surrounding forest reserves.  Unscrupulous businessman from Pottuvil would send convoys of carts, trucks and Caterpillar heavy machinery with their minions to cut down valuable timber trees.  Following in the wake of these destructive illicit loggers the land hungry villagers from Pottuvil and Arugam Bay had come.  They had then converted these vast and beautiful forests into agricultural land to grow seasonal crops.  Due to the lack of water these lands can only be cultivated only for about 4 months during the rainy season.  The rest of the year they lie fallow, a once thriving forest now converted to a barren and desolate landscape.  This illegal and unregulated land grabbing was also causing a lot of tension between the communities as well.  

Illicit loggers come first...

...and then come illegal settlers 

The devastating tsunami of December 2004 invariably delayed our project.  In mid-2005, The SLWCS started to construct a solar powered electric fence with funding support from the Asian Elephant Conservation Fund of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.  A few years later, in 2009 the expansion of the fence was funded by the Canadian International Development Agency.  By the time it was completed in 2009, the fence was 23 kilometers long, protected four villages and was the longest electric fence we had ever constructed.  This fence was also the first electric fence in the country that was handed over to the Civil Defense Force to maintain.  The trip to Lahugala was to attend several meetings with the villagers and local officials to discuss matters pertaining to this project.  

A meeting with stakeholders

Explaining to the local stakeholders about the project. 

On the final stretch from Siyambalanduwa to Lahuhala, to me are some of the most beautiful jungles in Sri Lanka.  The thrill of driving through these jungles increases when one catches a glimpse of an elephant in the distance framed by the trees or a herd of nimble footed axis deer dashes across the road.  

Driving through the enchanted forest

The road led through some of the most beautiful dry zone jungles in Sri Lanka

A feeding elephant framed by the trees

Another elephant feeding at the Lahugala Tank

These jungles also act as sort of a connecting corridor between two divergent landscapes.  After leaving Colombo and until one reaches Siyabalanduwa—which is the last outpost town before heading to Lahugala and then on to Pottuvil—the road leads through major towns and rural suburbia.  After Siyabalanduwa the suburbia fades off and the road goes through this beautiful park-like jungle with enticingly cool shade and the lure of excitement, adventure and mystery.  The Lahugala villages are an unwanted disruption after which the jungle again continues up to Sengamuwa where the entire landscape changes drastically.  From Sengamuwa onwards until Pottuvil the land is a never ending vista of paddy or rice fields.  This is “Rice Bowl” country and during the wet season it is one vast green sea of paddy fields. But during the dry season it becomes a parched land, literarily a “Dust Bowl” where vast herds of buffalo and a white hued breed of cattle range.  Small herds of goats take residency in the bus stands.  

The Rice Bowl of Sri Lanka...

...becomes the Dust Bowl during the dry season

It is not unusual during this time to see buffaloes and cattle grazing in the company of elephants.  They seemed to share grasslands and garbage dumps not necessarily in that order quite amicably without conflicts.  We had observed this behavior numerous times in various parts of Sri Lanka.  Observing this non-conflict sharing of land and resources is what gave us the idea to promote livestock farming—especially dairy farming—as a main livelihood for farmers in high conflict regions to adapt rather than depend on cultivating rice which elephants raided frequently.

A large herd of domestic buffaloes 

A white cow with an elephant in the background

A herd of domestic buffalo feeding with elephants

A herd of goats waiting for the bus

A nanny goat with twins heading to the bus stand

We had passed by Siyabalanduwa and were now driving through the park-like jungle through which the road stretched sinuously ahead.  This stretch always invoked nostalgia in me for the days gone by, because even 20 years ago practically all dry zone roads led through jungle like this.  It was incredibly exciting to travel during those days especially at dawn and dusk, when practically the only vehicle on the road was the one you were traveling.  Very infrequently one encountered other vehicles, and when you did most of the time they were stopped and waiting because elephants were feeding along the road completely blocking it.  And no one wanted to take the risk of driving past them.  Sometimes it was a long wait unless a pugnacious truck driver would take it into his head to barrel through the herd, air horn blaring and the powerful diesel engine growling.  At such times I had noticed that the elephants would gracefully move aside or fade into the jungle.  The other vehicles lined up bumper to bumper behind the bulldogging truck would sneak past the elephants as well.  With the personal knowledge that I have now about elephants, I know for sure that those elephants wouldn’t have caused any damage or harm if we had just quietly driven past them.  

Two elephants feeding by the Lahugala road

On this day, we had just past the Lahugala Tank on the left, when on the right side of the road was a large solitary bull elephant, it was feeding and the time was around 2 pm.  Slowing down CC stopped the Defender close by to it.  We noticed immediately that there was something very wrong with this elephant.  The entire left foreleg was swollen and he favored it whenever he moved by hobbling on three legs. Apparently it had a serious injury on that leg but we could not see what it was.   

We immediately noticed the swollen front left leg

It seemed to favor the front left leg every time it moved

Favoring the left front leg the elephant hopped on three feet whenever it moved

We had to pick up the wildlife ranger on the way to the meeting—so we left planning to inform him or bring him to see the elephant.  When the Ranger, Pradeep was told about the injured elephant, he was aware of it since several people had alerted him to it, but had not seen it as yet.   On the way back from the meeting around 4.30 pm, the Ranger asked us to take two Game Guards, Ari and Jeggan to where we had last seen the elephant.  He had requested the head office in Colombo to dispatch a vet so he wanted these two game guards to get a good look at it so they could identify it to the vet once he arrived.     

When we got to the place where we had last seen it the elephant was not there. It had disappeared.  This was not unusual since even a wounded elephant will not stay in one place if it could move however much incapacitated it was.  Driving slowly we searched both sides of the road carefully and was passing by the Kitulana Tank when in the far distance by the edge of the diminished water were four elephants.  One was by itself and was standing in the water and looked similar to the injured elephant.  A regular habit of injured elephants was to get into water probably because it helped to sooth the pain.  Assuming it was the injured elephant we parked the Defender by the roadside and climbed the bund to get a better look. 

Four elephants were feeding by the remnant waters of the dried up Kitulana Tank

The Defender parked by the side of the road of the Kitulana Tank bund

We climbed on to the tank bund to get a better look

From the top of the bund we had a good view of the elephants but they were too far away to say with certainty whether one was injured.  With no binoculars or spotting scope at hand the only option was to try and get close them.  To see how feasible this was, from the bund we assessed the ground situation.  It was not encouraging at all.  All the trees were within 20 meters of the bund and beyond that it was just a vast expanse of open flat ground.  And the elephants were even further away—way out in the open.  

The deceptive looking flat ground that was imprinted with thousands of elephant footprints

The distance we had to walk on open ground to get close to the elephants

The ground was pockmarked with elephant footprints that were an effective foot trap

How deceptive the open “flat” ground became quite evident as soon as we started to walk on it.  Moving through the glade of widely spaced trees that framed the elephants in the far distance—as much as people think I’m mentally off when it comes to animals—I wondered albeit very briefly at the wisdom of walking on such open grounds towards a bunch of wild elephants.  The game guards, Ari and Jeggan seemed confident enough to do so.  And we too quite amenably trooped along behind them like a bunch of boy scouts out on a field jamboree.  

To be continued...

We trooped behind the Game Guards like the Scouts of Moonrise Kingdom

A Novelette about an Owlet: The Ballad of Amaray and Mandi

I love this song

The Ballad of Amaray and Mandi. 

Mandi’s heart is completely hooked and she feels tremendous love and affection for Amarasena whose shortened name is Amaray.  This is the worst kind of entrapment where one party holds all the strings.  There is only one way this ballad could end—that is on a sad note—since it is pretty obvious that Amaray will split one day. 

 

Carrying several treats in her hand which she hopes would be received with joy, Mandi walked hurriedly to the SLWCS field house.  It does not help to keep the object of one’s love and affection waiting.  From where he is Amarasena through half closed eyes looks languidly at the approaching Mandi.  Amarasena’s character is the exact opposite of Mandi’s devoted and giving nature.  While she works during the day out in the field in the sweltering tropical heat and in the evening to get his meals, Amarasena meanwhile spends his time lounging in the field house napping mostly and passing his time in broody contemplation.  Only at dusk does Amarasena sees it fit to emerge from his lassitude to prepare for another night of nocturnal romping. Poor Mandi, the SLWCS field staff thinks, observing this impossible situation.  They wonder whether they should have warned her that there is only heartbreak when one is smitten by an Asiatic Scops Owl that is no bigger than ones’ palm.

This is all about me? 

Mandi is an independent research volunteer from England.  She had come down to conduct a project on human-elephant conflicts to write her university dissertation thesis.  She was staying at the project site for two months.  Amarasena also had been at the field house about two months.  He came to the field house around the same time Mandi had arrived.  

Love hath no boundaries

He is quite fickle though and will slide up to the other volunteers or up to anybody for treats and affection.  He is definitely a hit with all the volunteers as well as the visitors who come to the field house. The European volunteers: Erik, Esther, Lisa, Katy and Claire and Singaporean volunteers: Daphne, Darren, Matthew and Varun had become huge fans of the little owlet.  They had all left with heavy hearts.  Apparently the charm Amaray turns on had garnered him an international fan base.  Amarasena the person for whom the owl had been named should take a few lessons from Amarasena the owl.        

The Singaporeans: Daphne, Mathew and Varun with the Field Staff: Siriya, Sampath and Chandima. Amaray is on Sampath's (fourth from left) right shoulder 

The volunteers from Europe and Singapore with the Field Staff

Amarasena or Amaray also called AD (which is the initials) had been named in remembrance of an acidic and recalcitrant ex senior staff person.  This senior staff member due to his misanthropic and insincere nature, sour countenance and dishonest behavior had become the most unpopular person on earth.  It is incredible how he had single handedly managed to become that!  It is hard to say who is been insulted here.  I guess we will never know what the human Amarasena’s reaction would be if he finds out that an owl had been named after him.  Or what the owl would think, if he knows how his human name sake is regarded as. But I for one would feel highly complimented if someone was to name an owl in remembrance of me.  It could have been lot worse with a leech, a bed bug, a cockroach or even a toad sulking in a dark corner been named Amarasena.  I feel we had shown proper decorum when naming the owl Amarasena.

Now a fact is owls are sexually monomorphic which means both sexes look alike therefore trying to sex identify them based on their appearance is rather difficult.  So there could be a fifty percent chance that Amarasena is a female—not the former staff member since he at least looked like a grouchy old man when I last saw him.   I meant our little scops owl if it does happen to be a female then we will just have to call her Amaradevi.

Craig had all of a sudden descended on the field house from England and seemed to be enraptured by the miniscule owl as much as Mandi is.  We are very concerned that this won’t evolve into some complicated romantic love triangle that we’ll have the onerous task of untangling.  Everyone fervently wanted to avoid such a situation, so the field staff had surreptitiously packed off Craig to our field camp deep in the jungle and casually forgotten to send the Land Rover back.  Fortunately Craig has a craving for the solitude and serenity of the jungle and a penchant to roam the green aisles.  Hopefully he will not miss Amarasena that much.  Who knows in time he might find something else to focus his affections on such as a slender Loris or a devil bird.            

Craig the usurper vying for Amaray's affections

Craig: You better make up your mind...either its me or... Amaray: Are you talking to me?

Now to get back to Amarasena, he is an orphan who had ended up at our field house and in Mandi’s care.  Amarasena and a fellow sibling had fallen from their nest which was a hole, high up on a coconut tree and it was Sampath, one of our staff members who had found it and brought the orphaned owlet to Wasgamuwa.  Over the years orphans of various species had been taken care off at the field house and then given their freedom.   So it was the best place to bring the baby owl.  At the field house the little baby owl would get all the care it needs and also had the best chance of getting rehabilitated to live a life of freedom.

You ungrateful owl

But I forgive you

Isn't he adorable?

It was a windy day in May 2013 when Sampath had gone to the back garden of his wife, Saumiya’s parents’ home in Aralaganwila to check for wind fallen coconuts.  The sun was setting in the evening sky in the west as he walked to the back of the property.  

As he approached one of the coconut trees a loud hissing sound halted him in mid stride—his first thought was, it must be a snake—probably a cobra.  Alarmed he looked around slowly and cautiously expecting any second for a large cobra to rush at him from under the fallen and decaying coconut fronds.  Then he noticed a glob of white at the base of a coconut tree and the hissing was coming from it.  He approached the white downy blob and saw that it was some baby animal.  After picking up the hissing ball of white down Sampath had looked around carefully and noticed another similar one underneath a coconut frond.  Unfortunately it was already dead.  Only Amarasena had survived the fall.

Holding gently he had carried the little baby bird to the house and put it in a box with some cloth.  Unable to identify the hissing white ball that seemed to be impersonating a bird, he had called our Field Projects Coordinator, Chandima, an avid birder and expert to find out what it was.   When Chandima asked him to describe what he had, Sampath told him that he had some sort of baby bird that looked like a large cotton ball, had enormous eyes and hissed loudly like a leaking bicycle tube.  After Sampath had described what the baby bird looked like, Chandima told him that it was a baby scops owl.  He instructed Sampath to make a sugar solution and feed the baby chick immediately since it could be dehydrated.  After feeding the sugar solution and with no meat available, Sampath had fed the baby owl some boiled sweet potato.  While sweet potatoes are not part of its natural diet it would have had the same effect as giving the sugar solution—it provided the little chick with much needed energy.   Later he had got some fresh fish, sliced them into small pieces and fed the owlet.  It had eaten this with gusto.

Samapth the owl rescuer with a baby crocodile

That night Samapth kept the little owlet wrapped in cloth in the box.  The next day morning he was happy to observe that the little owlet had survived it first night.  It looked healthy and in good spirits.  Samapth had to go to meet up with Chandima and to pick up several volunteers from the Hotel Goldi Sands at Negombo.  With no one else to take care of the baby owl, he decided to take it with him.  Operation Owl Rescue was now underway and Mandi’s fate was sealed.

A small cake box was converted to a traveling case with little holes to transport the owlet. Putting the baby owl in it Sampath took it with him to Wennappuwa.  When he boarded the bus he kept the box on the overhead rack along with his backpack.  When the bus stopped at Habarana for tea he could distinctly hear the little owl hissing loudly inside the box.  Fearing that the other passengers might hear and not knowing what it was and alert the conductor, he had taken the owl with him to the tea shop where he sat away from the other passengers and managed to give it some water without attracting any attention.  At Nittambuwa he had to get off to catch the connecting bus.  Here he had taken it to the toilet and again given it water to drink and sprayed some to cool it down.  He had managed to do this covertly without attracting any unwanted attention.  

Boarding the connecting bus Sampath made it to Chandima’s house at Wennapuwa without further incidents.  Now the little owlet was in the capable hands Chandima who was an expert birder, ornithologists and ecologists.  Collecting the Land Cruiser they left to Negombo to pick up the volunteers.  Once they were on their way to Wasgamuwa they had called ahead and asked Siriya the field house caretaker to catch some fish to feed the baby owl.  

Siriya catching fish to feed Amarasena

That night Amarasena and Mandi met in Wasgamuwa for the first time.  We couldn’t have asked for a better surrogate girlfriend for Amarasena. 

Chandima taking care of Amarasena

At the beginning he had been fed on fish caught from the lake at the bottom of the property which he had eaten with relish until he had got seriously sick after eating a skink.  A twenty four hour vigil by Mandi and her frequent efforts to keep him hydrated had pulled Amarasena back before he could wing his heavenly way to owl hoot-hill.  He had completely recovered from whatever that had afflicted him and is now almost fully fledged and can make short flights. 

Ever since Amarasena was cured from whatever life threatening affliction that Mandi had managed to save him, he is fed only natural prey as much as possible.  This is easier said than done though.  Amarasena’s parents have stealth flight and excellent night vision capabilities making them efficient and deadly nocturnal hunters.  While the staff stumbled around trying to catch a few measly geckos, in as much time his tiny parents would’ve caught enough to fill an ark! 

A gecko during better days 

The efforts to catch natural prey were basically limited to the vicinity of the field house.  Practically every evening as the sun sinks behind the Sudu Kanda range and the Southerly situated peaks of the Knuckles Mountain range lights up with the brilliant hues of the setting sun, Mandi and Chandima goes hunting for Geckos and other small animals to feed Amarasena.  Collecting common geckos and other small creatures every evening to feed Amarasena in such a small area is having a serious impact on the local populations.  It is time to give Amarasena his freedom otherwise the populations of small creatures will plummet beyond recovery at our field site.  In addition we don’t want Amarasena to become a failure to launch case either.  We had enough problems getting rid of his human namesake that the last thing we want is the owl namesake taking over.  This was actually the main reason why wanted to wean him away from fish and other unnatural foods and provide him with natural prey.  If Amarasena is to be rehabilitated successfully to live a life of freedom, then he had to become familiar with the type of prey he would have naturally fed if he hadn’t become orphaned.

Eggs of geckos and garden lizards are also consumed with relish

A garden lizard - fortunately it is too large for Amaray to swallow.

Frequently Amaray is shown what awaits him in the great outdoors 

He had learned to swallow geckos and other various small creatures whole as fast as they were offered to him.  It was fascinating to watch how dexterously and efficiently he used his beak and feet to maneuver the geckos and other small animals head first before swallowing them.  

Hellooooo...is that a gecko? 

I guess it is

Got to get this right. 

According to the Manual got to get that head going in the right direction

Little bit of footwork and...

...there it goes...twoot, twoot

Now where is the next one?

Sometimes in his haste to eat, he gets the orientation wrong and swallows the geckoes tail first, apparently without any ill effect.  Irrespective of what end goes first, Amaray’s eyes would close in sheer pleasure and ecstasy of feeling them sliding down his gullet.  Since we didn’t teach him to maneuver his food this way—even Mandi’s abilities as a surrogate fiancé have their limits—these are obviously hardwired behaviors similar to how newborn baby mammals know to suckle.

I think I got the wrong end!

No time to worry about it now. 

It does not matter what end goes first it ends up in the same place.

A double headed oddity.  I hope I'm not scaring the kids. 

One morning I came across an endemic brown capped babbler trapped in an old chicken cage. It was fluttering inside the abandoned cage trying to find a way out.  Taking off my t-shirt I threw it over the bird so it won’t get injured and gently picked it up swathed in the t-shirt and brought to the field house.  Chandima checked the bird and decided to let it go immediately since it did not seem to be too stressed, dehydrated or injured and needed any care.  It was not fed to Amarasena.  We had to draw a line somewhere and this was it.  We were definitely not going to feed him endemic species. 

The Brown Capped Babbler

It seems like Chandima is giving a lesson in dental hygiene to the Babbler while volunteer Chris from Scotland is looking as if he had never seen a bird before. 

The Brown Capped Babbler just prior to its release

Chandima informed me just a few days ago that Amarasena goes on short flights and can catch small prey successfully now.  This means in a couple of weeks he could be set free and should be able to live by himself.  Probably he will set up base in the field house since he is used to it and sees it as his territory.  The day he goes off by himself would be a joyous occasion, since there is no greater satisfaction than giving a wild animal a second chance to live free.  We have to now come up with a plan to ease Mandi’s sorrow at this inevitable separation.  Maybe an introduction to the actual human Amarasena will help her to quickly overcome the grief of separating from the owl Amarasena.  After one short encounter with the acerbic human counterpart I’m sure Mandi will not give two hoots about Amarasena (I mean the owl) after that.  But I’m sure though the owl Amarasena will have a lot to hoot about once he is set free.

I don't think I want to leave this place ever

Our main focus is human-elephant conflict and developing measures for its mitigation for the long term conservation of the endangered Sri Lankan elephant. In the course of these efforts we have many exciting encounters with wild elephants and other wildlife.  Yet it is the smaller denizens of the jungle when they come into our lives that bring us the greatest enjoyment and pleasure for having known them at such a personal level.  They leave lasting memories that so much enhances and enriches our lives.  Here’s to you Dodam* your memory still lives in our hearts and minds.  

Dodam 2010 to 2011

*You can  read about Dodam the giant squirrell in these previous blogs: http://slwcsupdates.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html http://slwcsupdates.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html

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