They remember individuals for decades, they recognise the bones of their own dead, and the matriarch holds the map
The Lost Elephant’s Kitchen in Camden holds a 4.6 from fifteen hundred and fifty-one people, charges ten to twenty pounds, and the animal in the name genuinely does not forget.
The memory is real
Which is unusual, because we have spent seven postcodes taking animal folklore apart and finding almost all of it to be nonsense.
Wolves do not howl at the moon. The pelican does not wound itself to feed its young. The hares boxing in a spring field are not two males.
And elephants remember.
What they remember
Individuals. For decades.
There is a well-documented body of research on this – elephants recognise the calls, and the scent, of specific animals they have not encountered in many years, and they respond differently to a familiar individual than to a stranger.
And they remember places.
The matriarch of a herd carries, in her head, a map – of water, in a drought, across an enormous range – and the herd follows her because she has been alive long enough to have seen the last one.
Which has been tested, in a horrible natural experiment: herds whose matriarch has been killed by poachers do measurably worse in droughts, because the knowledge died with her.
The oldest animal in the group is the library.
The bones
Which is the part that is genuinely difficult to write about without overclaiming.
Elephants respond to the bones of dead elephants. They stop. They investigate them – with their trunks, with their feet – and they do so for extended periods, and they do it specifically with elephant bones rather than the bones of other large animals.
This has been observed and it has been tested.
What it means is a separate question, and the honest scientific position is that nobody knows, and that projecting grief onto it is a leap.
The Prat’s zoological desk would simply record the observation and decline to interpret it.
And the Elephant and Castle
Which we wrote about at the Elephants Head, four minutes from here, and which remains the finest false etymology in England.
It is not the Infanta de Castile. It is the crest of the Worshipful Company of Cutlers – and the elephant is on it because knife handles were made of ivory.
The castle on its back is a howdah, drawn by European heralds who had heard of war elephants and never seen one.
The sign is about ivory. The animal in the name of this cafe is the reason the ivory existed.
Verdict
Excellent, cheap, strong number.
Go, and know that the memory is not a myth.
The infrasound
Which is how they talk, and which we could not hear for most of the time we have been studying them.
Elephants communicate at frequencies below the threshold of human hearing – and those very low frequencies travel enormously well, through the ground as well as the air, over distances of several kilometres.
Which was not established until the 1980s, because nobody had thought to look below twenty hertz.
For a century, people observed herds coordinating across distances at which they could not possibly be hearing each other, and concluded that elephants were mysterious.
They were talking. We simply were not equipped.
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