It is  all too easy to mistake what Sri Lankans might call the “Three Big B’s” for Mr Bandaranaike Senior, Mrs Bandaranaike Senior, and Mrs Bandaranaike Kumaratunga. But in fact Sri Lanka’s Three Big B’s are not politicians. They are its bears, buffalo, and boars. 

And remarkably, each beast shares a close and starting affinity with those other and still more famous Big Three “B’s” of the classical music world:  Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms. 

The buffalo, that most solid, refined, and traditional of creatures ever seen in all corners of the island is the Bach of the mammalian world. 

The wild boar, with its laudable pack control, and mastery over its environment, is the unmistakable Brahams of jungle and grassland, blending the complexity of the world around it with ease.

And the bear, of course, is the Beethoven of the country: powerful, introspective, heroic.

 “It seems,” wrote Beethoven in his most bear-like mood, “as if every tree Said to me 'Holy! Holy!' Who can ever express The ecstasy of the woods! Almighty One, In the woods I am blessed.”  

As too to is the Sri Lanka Sloth Bear. Although it is most often found in the dry zones of the country – such as Yala and Wilpattu – it is never far from trees, for in the trees it finds the ants, honey, and fruit its especially loves. 

Hanging like the strangest of fruits itself, they will stay in the branches for hours at a time, often bringing cubs with them to join the feast.  Having feasted, it will often then continue to hang on in the most relaxed of ways, enabled by twenty sharp curved claws that give them the kind of grip that denture wearers can only dream about. 

To see one suspended in so complete a seventh heaven is of course to call immediately to mind the Allegretto or "Shepherd's song” from Beethoven’s Pastoral itself – that moment when all that remains is pure gratitude and celebration of the tranquillity of the natural world.

Even so, the bear is easily tempted to descend from its high table for termites – a food item of indulgent delight, for which their highly mobile snouts are especially well designed. With nostrils closed, the snouts become vacuums, sucking out the termites from their nest. And their long claws enable them to dig the nest ever deeper till the last juicy termite has been consumed. 

Sri Lanka’s Sloth Bear is a unique endemic sub species of the very same sloth bear that inhabits the Indian subcontinent in ever declining numbers from India to Bhutan, Nepal, and, until recently Bangladesh. 

It is a little smaller in size than its Indian cousin, with shorter fur and, sadly, sometimes without the cuddly-looking white tummy fur of its northern relative. Even so, it is no midget, typically measuring six feet in length and weighing in at up to 300 pounds for a male or 200 for a female. 

Once found in plentiful numbers across the island, they are now in serious and significant retreat, with an estimated 500-1000 bears in the wild today. The destruction of their habitats has been instrumental in their decline, but the fear they engender amongst village populations has also played it part. They are often hunted and killed, with a reputation for damaging property and killing or maiming domestic animals humans running like a wave of terror before them. 

The “sloth” part of their name is rather misleading for the bears are quite capable of reaching speeds of thirty miles an hour – faster than the fastest human yet recorded. 

Evolution has cast the sloth bear towards the Grumpy Old Man side of the mammalian spectrum – brooding, bothered and bold, as if Beethoven’s late soul searching Sonata No.32 in C minor, Op.111 had assumed a furry life of its own. Its poor sight and hearing leaves it very dependent on its sense of smell, so it can all too often be surprised by what seems like the abrupt appearance of something threating – like a human – which it will attack with warrior like ferocity before asking any questions. In this the bear

It is very solitary, living alone in the forest except for those rare moments when it seeks a mate. Reproduction is not its strongest skill, and most females produce a single cub that stays with them for two to three years, the first months of which are endearingly spent living or travelling on its mothers back. 

D.J.G Hennessy, a policeman who had a couple of bears on his land in Horowapotana in 1939, noted the emotive articulateness of their paw suckling.  Hed wrote that “ the significance of the notes on which the bear sucks his paw is interesting; a high whine and rapid sucking denotes impatience and anger, a deep note like the humming of a hive full of bees on a summer’s day indicates that he is contented and pleased with life, a barely audible note shows great happiness while a silent suck in which he usually indulges in just before going to sleep on a full stomach denotes the acme of bliss”.  It was as if, Hennessy might have added, had he been as musically minded as he was bear minded, the bear was playing out his own version of the final movement of Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 - the "Ode to Joy".

Just as Brahms was seen to take Beethoven’s music to its best and logical conclusion, so too does the Sri Lankan Wild Boar complete some of the limitations of the sloth bear. For unlike the bear, the boar is exquisitely social, living in groups – or sounders, a word that originates from 14th century Norman French to collectivize a group of wild pigs who communicate constantly with grunts and squeals.

Like the famous Mosuo from the Yongning lakes of China – one of the world's last remaining matrilineal societies – wild boar packs are centred around an old and necessarily dominant sow who in charge of all that they get up to – where they rest or eat, wallow, swim, play or grub. Each sounder pack is made up of several generations of boar – all females and younger males, often numbering 20 beasts. By at least their second year, the males will lope off to live alone, like blokes in sheds, returning to the sounder merely to mate, although some have been known to form temporary bachelor groups, like flat-shares for men learning to break free.

Mating, like all good things, follows the weather patterns, with most encounters happening during the monsoon from September to early March; and very little if anything happening during the dry seasons of June to August.  Occasionally the more eager beasts produce two litters a year, but one is the norm, relying on the not inconsiderable investment of a 100+ day period of gestation and usually 6 little piglets to show for the effort. And in true Mosuo style, where couples living in close domestic harmony and fathers staying to be a key part of the household is regarded as a shocking eccentricity, the male boar, having done his bit, will jog off back to his introverted life.

Their communicative skills are not unlike those of Brahams himself – with a  sound scope that moves from the softest pianissimos to the loudest fortissimos by way of full harmonies, raw registers, and lush orchestration. Low to medium frequency grunts maintain group cohesion. Soft purring denotes contentment, and rhythmic grunts courtship. Low frequency growls suggest aggression; squeaks and squeals excitement, their rising amplitude indicating distress rather than elation. A low huffing “Uhk” is the alarm call. In hearing all this all together it is as if the sounding has become an orchestra of its own, one busy playing Brahms’s Symphony No. 4 in E minor, Op. 98 where the final movement is entirely developed to 30 variations on a Bach cantata.

Sri Lanka’s wild boar is most magnificently differentiated from its Indian cousin, with whom it coexists on the island, by a crested mane that runs fr...