Last Chance to See

uniquely guilty and ashamed animals, were trying to foist on it. So we got it all straight back at us, as if reflected in the mirror of its single unwavering and disinterested eye.
    Subdued with the thought that we had somehow been horrified by our own reflection, we sat quietly and waited for lunch.
    Lunch.
    In view of all the events of the day so far, lunch suddenly seemed to be a very complicated thing to contemplate.
    Lunch, as it turned out, was not a chicken. It wasn’t a chicken because the dragon had eaten it. How the kitchen was able to determine that the chicken the dragon had eaten was the precise one that they were otherwise going to do for lunch was not clear to us, but apparently that was the reason we were having plain noodles, and we were grateful for it.
    We talked about how easy it was to make the mistake of anthropomorphising animals, and projecting our own feelings and perceptions onto them, where they were inappropriate and didn’t fit. We simply had no idea what it was
like
being an extremely large lizard, and neither, for that matter, did the lizard, because it was not self-conscious about beingan extremely large lizard, it just got on with the business of being one. To react with revulsion to its behaviour was to make the mistake of applying criteria that are only appropriate to the business of being human. We each make our own accommodation with the world and learn to survive in it in different ways. What works as successful behaviour for us does not work for lizards, and vice versa.
    “For instance,” said Mark, “we don’t eat our own babies if they happen to be within reach when we’re feeling a little peckish.”
    “What?”
said Gaynor, putting down her knife and fork.
    “A baby dragon is just food as far as an adult is concerned,” Mark continued. “It moves about and has got a bit of meat on it. It’s food. If they ate them all, of course, the species would die out, so that wouldn’t work very well. Most animals survive because the adults have acquired an instinct not to eat their babies. The dragons survive because the baby dragons have acquired an instinct to climb trees. The adults are too big to do it, so the babies just sit up in trees till they’re big enough to look after themselves. Some babies get caught though, which works fine. It sees them through times when food is scarce and helps to keep the population within sustainable levels. Sometimes they just eat them because they’re there.”
    “How many of these things are there left?” I asked quietly.
    “About five thousand.”
    “And how many did there used to be?”
    “About five thousand. As far as anyone can tell, that’s roughly how many there have always been.”
    “So they’re not particularly endangered?”
    “Well, they are, because only three hundred and fifty of them are breeding females. We don’t know if that’s a typical number or not, but it seems pretty low. Furthermore, if an animal has a low population and lives in a very restricted area, like just a few small islands in the case of the dragons, it’s particularly vulnerable to changes in its habitat, andwherever human beings arrive, habitats start changing pretty quickly.”
    “So we shouldn’t be here.”
    “It’s arguable,” said Mark. “If no one was here taking an interest, the chances are very strong that something could go wrong. Just one forest fire, or a disease in the deer population, could wipe out dragons. And there’s also the worry that the growing human population on the islands would start to feel that they could very well live without them. They are very dangerous animals. There’s not merely the danger of being eaten by one. If you just get bitten, you are in very serious trouble. You see, when a dragon attacks a horse or a buffalo, it doesn’t necessarily expect to kill it there and then. If it gets involved in a fight, it might get injured, and there’s no benefit in that, so sometimes the dragon will just bite it and walk away. But the bacteria that live in a dragon’s saliva are so virulent that the wounds will not heal and the animal will usually die in a few days of septicemia, whereupon the dragon can eat it at leisure. Or another dragon can eat it if it happens to find it first—they’re not really fussed. It’s good for the species that there is a regular supply of badly injured and dying animals about the place.
    “There was a well-known case of a Frenchman who was bitten by a dragon and