Just recently I was up in the north, in the state of Perak, the only place where all of Malaysia’s ten species of hornbill can be reliably found, all species totally protected. Once, a couple of years back, my friends and I saw all ten in 24 hours, one of the most glorious days of my birding life; something I will remember till the day I die. Not sure if anyone else will ever be able to do that, because there are people who don’t like hornbills, or at least not live ones.

The northernmost part of the state is a state park, where – in theory – all wildlife is totally protected. Unfortunately, the army is also there, obstensibly to protect us from incursions by armed foreigners.

They were so proud of their success in this endeavour, that they snapped a few shots and put it up on facebook. Then wondered why people got upset. The page was taken down. However, as we all know, once you put a thing up on the internet, it has a habit of haunting you with an eternal life of its own.

I would be very worried if I was them. The fine under the new Wildlife Act, now in operation, for being in possession of a killed hornbill is now a MINIMUM of $RM 50,000 (about 10,000stg or $US 17,000), plus — if I remember correctly — a jail sentence of at least a year.

Here’s a second snapshot of the facebook page, where the commentary jokes about how wonderful it is to eat rare wildlife, and how the more difficult to obtain, the tastier it is to eat. They make no attempt to hide the fact that they ate this bird. It is a Great Hornbill, one of the most magnificent of our large avian species.

In the enlargement below, you can see that it has blood on its wing, indicating that it was probably wounded first, and then it was slaughtered in the Muslim way, by having its throat cut to drain the blood. This latter wound is a dead give away that it was going to be eaten.

To be quite honest, I feel a bit sorry for these very silly young men. They are so ignorant, they can’t see that they did anything wrong, as is obvious from posing for the photo, and then posting it.

They are so ignorant, they can’t see a value in wildlife, or in obeying the laws of their own country.

It is their officers I blame. The mature men with rank who don’t care to teach their soldiers the law, or their role in protecting their country. Or what love for one’s country entails. You can’t tell me that their immediate superiors didn’t know they were doing this — and that this kind of thing has been going on for a long, long time. I’ve been hearing about it for years! And this is not the only photo I’ve seen. See here for more:skinning monkeys if you’ve got the stomach for it, taken well over a year ago.

This hornbill incident with the photographic evidence has been reported to the authorities. We are waiting to see what action is being taken. As I have heard nothing so far, I am making this post just to make sure that the issue stays alive. Obviously it would be very, very easy for the army to give the names of these young men to the Wildlife Dept/law enforcement.

As you can see from the photo, the soldiers are obviously starving. They are obviously desperate to cook and eat this bird, so desperate that they stopped to take a photo. I’m not kidding; my source for this info is excellent; a senior army personnel said that these poor young men were starving because they missed a food drop while on rainforest patrol due to bad weather!! They therefore had to kill to survive.  (If you believe that, well I have a set of twin towers in Kuala Lumpur to sell…)
 
One good thing, I suppose. An army officer in Kuala Lumpur was obviously worried enough to lie.

Ask the native peoples who live within the park boundaries about reporting poaching and they will shrug and say sarcastically, ‘Who do we tell when people poach here? The army?’

Pagar makan padi. In Malaysia, the fence eats the rice.

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This is a pic from my garden looking at the neighbour’s house. And that dot in the sky is…

this:

 It’s an Orb spider, some times called a bird-eating spider (and yes, they do.) With it’s legs outstretched it would cover my open hand, easily. And they are no big deal for humans, so he can stay there as long as he likes. You can read more about it here.

Still haven’t managed to catch sight of that cuckoo in the garden, but am still thinking it sounds like a Banded Bay, and that would make sense as we have the brood host, the Common Iora, and there is a fairly wooded area at the back of our house, bordering the golf course.

Take a look at my last blogpost first, if you haven’t seen it.

I have two species of tailorbirds that nest in my garden. The fleeting glimpses I’ve caught of the owners of this one indicate it is the Common Tailorbird, sometimes called the Long-tailed. The other species is the Ashy.

I took these pictures at dusk – I waited to make sure the builders had gone for the night, as I didn’t want them to abandon the nest because I was too close.

The entire nest can be seen between the dotted lines

It consists of three leaves, sewn together by the bird’s needle – its beak, using as thread anything wispy like tree cotton, thistledown or fluff. You can see the curve of the nest interior by looking at the line of stitches

This is taken from the bedroom window, looking directly down on the nest at the backside.

The bird works mostly from the interior, poking a hole and then threading the fluffy stuff through to the outside. On the outside, it fluffs it out still more so that it won’t pull back through, and the stitch is done. The leaves are still on the plant, still growing – the perfect camouflage, one hopes…

I had a load of fun over at Sia’s Blog. Although I didn’t imagine that we’d end up talking about cockroaches. Anyway, you can see the conversation in the comments section here.

And here’s a few more photos from Borneo Rainforest Lodge.

Imagine, you are hot and sweaty and have almost been wiped out by a falling branch….

And then you arrive at a place that looks like this:

Our guide, Edmundo Cafe, keeping in touch with his crew via walkie-talkie

 

 

After that there was a scatter of Bearded Pigs, a full grown Sambar Deer, another lot of panicked pigs, and finally we were there, just as the granddad of all tropical downpours decided to pour down.

…we pulled the boat into the shore…

…near this dead rainforest tree…

…drowned when the dam was built…

…which has bamboo lashed to the trunk…

…by the indigenous people of the forest area…

…to form a ladder…

 …to raid a nest (probably of a Hill Myna)…

…and there we waited…

…as they keep in touch with one another…