There were many parrots in Jurong Bird Park. They all claimed that they were able to talk. In front of each cage there was a label to show what they were able to do. Among them, white and blue were the most beautiful and precious ones. Normally, people would approach them and try to make them talk. “Hello”, “I love you.” But no matter how much effort you put into it, these lazy creatures would just open one eye and glimpse at you for a second before falling back asleep. Maybe they were thinking, “What makes you so daring to talk to me? Can’t you look into the mirror? See how beautiful I am and how ugly you are. Better stop disturbing me.” Meanwhile the green ones were so eager to show their abilities. Seeing us taking photos, they quickly wanted to join in the excitement. I was very sure they would even jump onto me if they were not stopped by the cage. Although the black one did not look good, it was always full of a kind of passion. He tried extremely hard to attract our attention by making some funny sounds, which later we found out it was one of his special talents – whistling. Looking at these friendly little ones, I was thinking they were much better than those so called “beauties”. Like what a famous Chinese leader Deng Xiao Ping said, “It doesn’t matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches rats.” Who cares?
Monday, February 7, 2011
鹦鹉 / Parrot
Peacock / 孔雀
Years ago, when I went to the Jurong Bird Park, I saw a peacock walking leisurely on the meadow. I went to have a picture together with him. As if he’s able to understand what I need, he opened up his feature wide for me. Seeing this, more and more passers-by stopped and took photos with him. He was so professional in the way that he kept this posture all the way until the last person finished. Maybe it consumed lots of his energy, or maybe he’s already getting too old, (some part of his feature already missing, guess just equivalent to hair loss) after such a long time, he’s panting and shivering severely. But almost none of those people who took photos with him noticed it except for me. They left without even saying ‘thank you’. They simply took everything for granted. When I saw him finished with his last guest, folding back his feature exhaustedly, I was thinking maybe because he’s too old, none of his own flock takes him seriously anymore and this became his only time to show himself off. Maybe that gave him a lot of satisfaction. That’s why he did it with all his energy.