I remember my grandmother telling us stories about old Naga villages and how hornbills with their huge wings used to make rounds of those villages, protecting residents from evil spirits, making people feel protected and safe. Fast forward few years, I remember asking my mother when was the last time she saw a hornbill in the wild. Decades ago, was the sad answer. She once told me that hunting down a solo hornbill flying around or collecting food is same as committing a serious crime, a sin in fact. My grandmother's stories came to mind and I asked my mother if it was because of those folktales. She didn't indulge in storytelling but did tell me that a solo hornbill is usually out gathering food for his family since the female stays burried in the nest till she lays eggs and the young ones are old enough and this entire time she doesn't come out. So if a solo hornbill is hunted down it's as good as killing his entire family for they will perish eventually due to starvation. There are some things you hear that stays with you forever. The hornbill story is one such story that stayed with me. Stories such as these cemented my interest in wildlife, in birding especially. As a Naga, I've had my share of folktales and those tales, one way or the other, revolved around hornbill, tiger, fox, bear, and so many other birds and animals. Not saying that folktales are based on real life events but it's worth some thoughts for the sole reason that these animals were once a part of century-old cultures and traditions and they became a part of those tales. Always a figure that imparts wisdom and never a nuisance, that was the status these wild animals enjoyed in those old tales. In current times, some of these animals are critically endangered and are facing extinction. What went wrong


