June 20, 2014 § 1 Comment
Responding to a Los Angeles Times article about the San Diego Zoo’s new tiger habitat, a letter-writer averred, “Animals in captivity show us nothing of the true behavior they would exhibit in their natural habitats. A captive wild animal can only show us the loneliness and boredom they experience, day in and day out, for the entirety of their miserable lives.”
Is this true?
We all know there are captive wild animals who live in horrible conditions. Let’s take them out of the discussion right now; nobody in their right mind thinks that’s okay. But what about the thousands of wild species held by keepers with the best of intentions?
If you’re looking for a definitive answer, you can stop reading now. I don’t have one. But I visited the Los Angeles Zoo & Botanical Gardens a few weeks ago and have these observations.
- If I had stopped at the lion habitat only, I would agree with the letter-writer. Despite being newly refurbished, the exhibit held a bored lion who paced around and around the too-small enclosure, mounted his mate, then paced some more.
- The river otter habitat in the new Rainforest of the Americas section lies at the other end of the spectrum; it’s an expansive and varied landscape with pools large and small. (The day I visited, however, it interested them not at all: They were too busy learning how to escape, making their way over a waist-high gate and out onto a ledge overhanging their glass-walled pool.)
Did the otters go AWOL because they were dissatisfied with their new digs? Or are they simply rascals whose impulsive curiosity led them to test their limits? I’d vote for the latter.
- Then there’s the Red Ape Forest where the beautiful, smart orangutans brachiate along artificial vines strung high over a grassy landscape through which a brook flows.
Eloise is one of its residents. She was brain-damaged at birth and lives with a cerebral palsy-like disorder.
Eloise probably would have died in the wild. At the zoo, she receives Rolls Royce medical care that has kept her alive and mobile.
- The LA Zoo also houses a number of koalas, who sleep 16-20 hours a day–as do koalas in the wild–because their diet of eucalyptus requires so much digestion time. Are they really less happy sleeping in the shade of a eucalyptus tree in Los Angeles than in the Australian outback?
- Same goes for Reggie the alligator. Inside his enclosure, he does pretty much what alligators do: bask in the sun and eat, albeit without hunting for his food. What “true behavior” would we like him to exhibit? Stalk, capture, and eat a small mammal–like that toddler leaning against the enclosure fence?
- As for the new(ish) elephant habitat, I’m agnostic. It’s much larger and more stimulating than the old barn-like exhibit, yet Billy continues his neurotic davening, repetitively bobbing up and down, while the girls, Tina and Jewel, do a lot of standing around.
Unfortunately, alternatives to captivity i.e., life in the wild, are diminishing due to habitat destruction. Corporate greed is responsible for much of this encroachment; the desperation of small farmers fuels still more. It takes a BIG effort to turn a population from poaching to protectors. And what if those animals we—safe in our First World habitats—would like to see protected are predators? Who is willing to take the place of villagers beset by tigers?
Which brings us full circle, back to San Diego’s tigers. Their new habitat, the letter-writer scoffed is not for them but for “the general public’s entertainment.” Perhaps. But I can’t think of a better way to stimulate Americans–whose consumption of 25 percent of the world’s resources is behind the greed that fuels habitat destruction–to support conservation efforts so that we don’t arrive at the point where the only place “wild” animals exist is in zoos.
N.B. The Los Angeles Zoo raises money for and actively participates in a number of programs to preserve endangered species.
June 18, 2014 § Leave a comment
Did your childhood include Saturday matinees at the local movie theater? Mine did: 25 cents admission and 5 cents for a small box of popcorn. The movies weren’t noteworthy–I remember only that I saw The Blob, which kept me in a state of panic for weeks, and a Zorro serial–but they instilled in me a love of the big screen.
That history is what draws me to the Highland Park Theater at 56 & Figueroa. Like the Uptown Theater of my youth, it’s cheap ($5 before 6 p.m.; $4 on Tuesdays and Wednesdays) and the impressive, multi-story rooftop neon sign suggests it was the neighborhood movie house in days gone by. Alas, the auditorium has been divided into three narrow screening rooms and the balcony stairs are roped off.
The Highland still is a neighborhood theater, however, in a way that mall multiplexes aren’t. Though a little down at the heels, it attracts local kids, their parents and grannies with its first-run PG and PG-13 studio fare. (Occasionally something off-beat slips in, like the animated, hip-hop version of Little Red Riding Hood we saw there a few years back.)
Though the sound system is now Dolby Digital, the Highland most likely will never go high tech and 3-D and that’s just fine with me. Viewing a movie there takes me back to a simpler time, when Saturday afternoons went on forever and popcorn could be had for a nickel. And that alone is worth the price of admission.