We continue our series of animal posts. Today’s contributor is Miko Johnston

I grew up in New York City, where outdoor wildlife was limited, particularly in winter. Pigeons, sparrows and the occasional squirrel coexisted with alley cats and leashed dogs until the robins and blue jays returned in spring.

The reverse was true in Los Angeles, where many bird species wintered in my backyard, at the foothills of the Verdugo Mountains. Some birds left by March, but not all. Red tailed hawks circled the hills, crows commandeered the scrub oaks, blue jays screeched from fences, and the largest hummingbirds I’d ever seen buzzed from yard to yard in search of nectar.

Other critters visited our neighborhood. The ever-present lizards scrambled across walkways and along fences, or lazed in the sun, doing push-ups to attract a mate. Squirrels, chipmunks, and skunks vied with deer for their share of fruit from garden trees. Less welcome were rattlesnakes, coyotes, bobcats, and the occasional mountain lion or bear.

I now live on an island in Washington, by an inland sound teeming with wildlife. Cormorants love to perch on the buoys, their wings outstretched to dry. Herons stand patiently on the beach at low tide, searching for fish. The sight of the birds hunched on tree branches reminds me of Gru from “Despicable Me”, and when they fly their prehistoric ancestry is evident. Seagulls and crows use our driveway to crack open mussels and cockleshells. As fall winds down, white-crown sparrows, golden nuthatches, robins and finches go into a feeding frenzy, devouring every blackberry left on the vines and then, as a last resort, the tiny red berries of our hawthorn tree. (Yuck. They taste like petroleum jelly.) In winter, when daytime tides are high, packs of mallards and scoters peacefully cohabit in the calm water near the shore.

I’ve watched deer eat the fallen apples from our trees and had the rare privilege of seeing a stark white fawn. I’ve observed families of river otters sprinting along the beach, and seals hunting in the eelgrass a hundred yards away. Rabbits nibble on our lawn (and tomatoes). In spring, when our hawthorn tree erupts in white flowers, it attracts so many bees it hums louder than a generator.

Several bald eagles nest in nearby trees. One of my great pleasures is watching them soar effortlessly across the sky, circling overhead and diving into the water as they hunt, hearing their distinctive twitter. It takes a few years for the birds to grow into their good looks. Eaglets, with their mottled feathers and ungraceful stance, remind me of awkward teenagers with acne. That was reinforced when I saw one youngster standing on the beach in front of my house, his parents observing from farther away. Crows began to pester him and he finally flew to his parent’s side as if to say, ‘Mom, they won’t leave me alone!’ Later, mom caught a fish and dropped it back in the water for Junior. He went for it, but couldn’t lift it out, so he extended his wings and swam back to shore. I once observed two cormorants fighting over a fish too large for either to swallow whole, when an eagle swooped down and stole it from their mouths. Priceless.

Don’t you agree that animals give an instant sense of place, time and mood? It’s a great technique for setting a scene, which can go beyond the visual:

By midnight, fog had rolled in from the coast, blurring visibility outside and misting the windshields of cars parked on the street. Around three a.m., a howling pack of coyotes in the foothills set off a chain reaction of yelps and barking from a chorus of neighborhood dogs, gradually settling down to a few whimpers as a dark car cruised slowly past the houses on Stargazer Circle.

Animals also make great similes: slippery as an eel, gentle as a lamb. And metaphors: black sheep, lone wolf. In my short story, “By Anonymous”, animals symbolize the disparity between my protagonist and his wealthy client. She lives in a luxury gated and guarded SoCal enclave carved out of coyote wilderness. He, an auto body mechanic working in a downscale industrial zone a few miles away, observes:

Here the gates are chain link topped with barbwire; the guards have four legs and the coyotes, two.

Birds make instant scene setters because they’re both universal and unique to their place – penguins and Polar regions, macaws and rainforests. I used avian references to show a different time and mood in one novel. The first time my protagonist walks through the forest, she hears songbirds and calls it, “God’s music”. Later, after a horrific incident, she’s back in the forest, but she experiences it differently:

Shrill cries pierced the sky and she jumped, sending her ball of laundry tumbling out of her hands. A hawk circled above the treetops, hunting for prey.

She maintains her fear of the forest for years. As an adult, she once again steps back into the woods and finds it peaceful:

Her feet sank into the mulch as she treaded deeper into the forest, her senses alert to danger. Birds rooting for food rustled the dead leaves, intruding on the silence. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye; turning, she watched a hare scoot away.

It’s no exaggeration to say animals are all around us. Many of us enjoy their companionship. Historically we’ve depended on them for food and labor. They provide adventure and entertainment, whether it’s hiking in the woods or going on safari. For some that means hunting, though I prefer to shoot them with cameras instead of guns.

When animals appear on the page, we see them as recognizable characters whether they’re there to comfort, amuse, or terrify us. Without their presence, the real world would be diminished. So would the worlds created on the page.

 

18 thoughts on “We continue our series of animal posts. Today’s contributor is Miko Johnston”

  1. “Here the gates are chain link topped with barbwire; the guards have four legs and the coyotes, two.”

    Terrific animal metaphor, Miko!

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  2. Though I’m primarily a dog lover, I adore all kinds of animals and found your post really enjoyable! I live in L.A. and always find it surprising to see the amount of wildlife in this urban area–many kinds of birds, as you mentioned, plus even deer and coyotes in our area as well as gophers, raccoons and others. Thanks for the fun post!

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    1. Animals really do help to set a scene, don’t they? Dogs in particular establish a neighborhood. In Los Angeles as well as in my island home, I’ve met most of my neighbors when they walked their dogs.

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  3. How true. No matter what the climate or geography there are always amazing animals around us. I’ve lived in the desert, the city, the mountains, a lake and now an island. It never ceases to amaze me how diverse nature can be.

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  4. What a beautiful post. Reading it felt like drifting down a river and pausing to peek into various worlds that came to life through your details. And I want to live on your island! How cool. I think that animals can help flesh out characters and scenes if wielded by a skilled writer, which you’ve just shown us in your examples.

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      1. Me too, Jackie Vick and Jackie H. What a wonderful place you inhabit now, Miko. And how richly you use your new surroundings in your writing. Lovely.

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  5. Lovely post, love animals and sensory experiences evoking a sense of place–and pointers for a reader on the character of human-animal characters in our work. How they interact and think about animals tells us (at least me) a lot about them as a person. Thanks for an excellent post.

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  6. A marvelous walk on the wild side from New York to Washington State and even to Russia since I know your series (The Petal in the Wind) begins there. Animals do help set the stage for stories. They bring a scene to life. Such an enchanting post.

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  7. What a lovely, evocative post, and I enjoyed your examples (having read and loved the books that contain them.) Animals add so much to a book–or a film–often leaving indelible impressions, good or bad. Can anyone see a flock of crows perched on a wire and not think, with a little shiver, of “The Birds?” Thank you, Ms. du Maurier and Mr. Hitchcock. One of my friends vets a book by first asking among those of us who’ve read it, “Do any animals get hurt in this book?” If the answer is “yes,” she won’t touch it.

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    1. So many of the most vivid moments in film, and books, relied upon animals. I’m thinking of the tiger that startles Viet Nam soldiers in “Apocalypse Now”, or the cat that Don Corleone gently pats in “The Godfather”, a scene that’s been parodied many times. Little moments like that tell us so much about the character and the story.

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  8. I agree with the above comments. A beautiful post – much like your “Petal” book writing. You have a very picturesque way with words. I like how you reminded us how much animals are used in similes and metaphors. We do that without even thinking. Wiley as a fox, cute as a kitten, she was a real songbird, he’s a real snake. Thanks for showing us how you used and suggested animals in your book series as well. Something to ponder and use in our own stories.

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    1. Good examples of similes and metaphors, Jackie. And even though they’re technically not animals, we can include busy as a bee and like a moth drawn to flame.
      On the page, animals, whether real or imaginary (sci-fi/fantasy) give an instant snapshot of what’s going on.

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