Showing posts with label Elephants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elephants. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Elephant Gossip

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“Elephant Gossip





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“Elephant Gossip” is a new cartoon series. We hope you enjoy it.

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These comic strips are inspired by the elephants at Lek Chailert’s Elephant Nature Park.



If you want, we’ll put your name on the comic strip you have inspired, and the names of the elephants who inspired you.



Saturday, November 20, 2010

Kennebec Entertainment the Book Shop and Elephant Gossip

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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Shirley Francona for Kennebec7(#8)

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Shirley Francona for Kennebec7(#8)

Elephants and Mahouts
(Part III)

Having reached the age of 39, Jokia the elephant had not lived a happy life.  She had been overworked in logging camps, beaten, forced to toil in chains on the forest hills where illegal loggers had no pity, despite the fact Jokia was obviously pregnant. Pulling heavy logs at the time, when Jokia finally gave birth, the mother turned to watch in anguish as her newborn rolled down a hill and died before Jokia was allowed to try to help. She was blinded in one eye by her mahout, when she then refused to work, and blinded in the other eye by her owner, who thought a totally blind elephant would be more submissive. He was wrong.

          Then along came Lek Chailert. Life changed for Jokia, the sad, brutalized and exploited Asian elephant.

          Lek knew better than to reason with the owner. A man who would treat an elephant the way Jokia had been treated, would not appreciate Lek’s ideas about the dignity, intelligence and sensitivity of elephants. She offered to buy the blind elephant. The owner demanded an unreasonable sum of money for the disfigured animal.

          Lek wouldn’t give up. She returned to the owner with higher offers. He stubbornly refused to relinquish Jokia. Lek prayed for an angel to come and save Jokia, and a few months later her prayers were answered. Amanda de Normanville of California, co-founder and co-director with husband Gary Soden of All for Elephants, came to the rescue with needed funds.
          "Jokia had been badly abused and was very uncomfortable with people when we first got her," remembers Amanda. The journey from the illegal logging site to the Elephant Nature Park would normally have taken about four hours in the truck, but this time it took twice as long.

          Lek’s team had to stop the truck every fifteen minutes to try to calm poor Jokia down. She was so distressed by the uncomfortable journey, compounded by her blindness, that she nearly destroyed the truck, kicking fiercely and butting her head against the sides. The humans had to walk with Jokia for the last three kilometers to the park.
                  
          At the Elephant Nature Park, there are no hooks. Elephants are not worked, and they do not perform circus tricks. Tourists do not ride them. They just get to behave as elephants. They choose their own family groups: mothers, adopted-mothers, aunties, big sisters, and friends.
         
          Mae Perm, the first elephant Lek rescued, swiftly became Jokia’s best friend. Jodi Thomas explained to me that Mae Perm seemed to serve as Jokia’s eyes. “I like to think,” Jodi smiled, “that Mae Perm is telling Jokia everything that’s going on right now.” We watched the two of them grazing together, communicating quietly. “You know, stuff like, ‘There’s some really nice grass in front of you, and all the dogs are way over by the observation deck, and I think that guy from Discovery Channel is filming us right now.”
         
          Most elephants walk with their trunks hanging before them, half coiled and just barely touching the ground. However, Jokia walks one of two ways: either her trunk is constantly out in front of her, poking the ground like a blind man’s cane, or it’s resting on Mae Perm’s back or grasping her tail, You frequently see them wandering the park’s grounds, rumbling to one another, Mae Perm leading Jokia around like children holding hands.
         
          I had several occasions to feed Jokia. She requires special care. Her trunk weaves back and forth as she smells for food and the people she knows make the food appear.  I grab a piece of food from the basket – maybe a quarter pumpkin or a whole unpeeled bananas – and guide it to the tip of Jokia’s trunk.

          Her trunk is covered in rough, dry, thick skin stippled with spiny hair. The heavy, warm meat tube of a trunk is filled with surprising strength and dexterity. The end of Jokia’s trunk curls over the food and my hand. She takes it and guides the food to her mouth. Knowing what I know, I am so pleased to be in service to this special elephant.
         
          When I bathed her in the river, I remember looking up at her as I scrubbed, staring at a face pockmarked with injuries sustained over a lifetime of abuse…and marveling at how happy she seemed.

Shirley Francona

Santa Fe, New Mexico

05-29-2010

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Kennebec7 The Earth Trembled #5

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Lek Chailert with her friends at the Elephant Nature Park.



Shirley Francona for Kennebec7(#5)

When the fight to save Bop’s life and return the baby elephant back to his mother, Mimi, was won, we all celebrated at Lek’s Elephant Nature Park. My son Andrew and I swam with Mimi and Bop in the river there. They sprayed a lot more water on us than we could ever throw at them with our plastic buckets. We all had a jolly wet time.

A few days later I met Peter Alexander of Kennebec7. He was acquainting himself with the elephants who were hanging with Maximus, the 13-foot tall giant pachyderm. Peter had Rocky with him. They were buddies. Rocky is the five-year-old son of Jodi Thomas, one of the other mainstays at Elephant Nature Park, an American like me, who has bravely rescued her share of abused elephants.

I want to tell you Max’s story. He has passed away since Andrew and I first visited the Park. He was very old, but beloved by the other elephants and the scores of people who visit the Park each day. A generous man had purchased Max for Lek to celebrate his wife’s birthday. At that time Max was a broken down shell of his former self. His legs had been broken when he was hit by an 18-wheel truck during the homeless phase of his long life. He and his mahout were begging on city streets when he was felled by a different kind of behemoth traveling at fifty miles per hour. But, thanks to Lek and her wonderful team at the Park, Max recovered.

So many sad elephants have been amazingly rejuvenated at the Park after suffering the most hideous abuses. Lek told me, “To see the elephants that have been rescued from very bad conditions… when they first arrive at the park they are like the living dead. Their eyes are empty and they are so skinny. Yet today I find them happy, joining new family groups, healthy and starting to play again. That is the most joyful thing to me and makes my heart smile.”

However, Lek has many enemies. People who don’t want to change the animal culture of working elephants like beasts of burden and mistreating them to bend the elephants’ wills. People who resent the world-wide publicity Lek gets from the National Geographic, Time Magazine, Readers Digest, the BBC, the Discovery Channel and other mainstream media outlets. They seek revenge for the changes Lek has inspired in people’s perception of proper elephant care. Here’s one example:

Lek had rescued a three-day-old baby elephant stuck between two trees in the jungle. His mother had been had been shot dead by farmers. “Never before in history,” Lek said, “has it been documented that an elephant less than a week old survived without the mother. I stayed up with the baby, whom I named Ging Mai, day and night for six days.” Lek passed out on the seventh night. She had been providing the baby milk from a bottle. In the middle of the night Ging Mai woke her with a kiss. “It was then,” Shirley told me, “that I knew he would live.”

However, her enemies were oh so clever. Lek explains, “One day a group of men came to see Ging Mai –veterinarians- they said the government needed to check my baby elephant. This was just days before his first birthday. They injected him with cyanide. Ging Mai ran to the river and drank and drank water… I ran to him and he pushed at me… his eyes were all red. He was in agony and screaming. He died in my arms.”

























Self Portrait 1996

Shirley Francona

Santa Fe, New Mexico

03/31/2010



Kennebec7’s Philosophy

"There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal,

nor between what is true and what is false.

A thing is not necessarily either true or false;

it can be both true and false."

Harold Pinter

(The Nobel Prize for Literature 2005)