An episode of ethnocentrism
Superb starlings at Fisherman’s Camp plunged me into an episode of ethnocentrism. Just little birds! At first, we and our fellow orientees were in awe of the superb starlings’ striking beauty . Their wings and back reflected a brilliant, shimmery blue-green color. Combine that with their orange bellies and black heads and indeed, their beauty was stunning. And to think they lived right there with us, so close! Before long, though, their arrogant, tenacious determination to steal our food—right from our plates sometimes!—soured our initial admiration. To make matters worse, they pooped on our laundry hanging between trees. When that happened, I’d have to get out my little plastic basin, scrub the laundry clean, and hang it to dry—again under those birds! Then the ibis calls began to get on our nerves—they were so loud and piercing. In fact, they bordered on obnoxious. Mind you, people come from around the world to watch and listen to Lake Naivasha’s birds, but to my way of thinking, th...