The Okinawa rail is a rare, flightless bird and not
a Japanese train company. It was discovered
in 1981 and is endemic to Okinawa-Hontou
and apart from its name and its pink gristly legs
affords little scope for the humour that is
the potential of every sad poem. It was discovered
in 1981 but not until yesterday by me, and only
in A Photographic Guide to the Birds of Japan
And North-East Asia by Tadao Shimba. It’s got
a funny beak, I suppose, and it can climb trees
which is a good thing, given the promise of more
giant waves. Not because trees stand much chance
when whole tuna-fishing fleets perch half-way
up small mountains of broken everything, but
a bird that climbs trees but can’t fly is an indication
that evolution works both ways, or is a multi-
functional penknife, one with a blade and a screw-
driver. It opens up the possibility that man
can again lose and find himself in a subtropical
island forest, be petrified not by moving earth
and water but by a retarded thirty centimetre
bird and what Shimba describes as ‘loud and rapidly
repeated kek-kek-kek-kek calls at night.’
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