Ja 270 Ulūkajātaka
The Story about (the Sour-Looking) Owl (3s)
In the present the crows attack the owls by day, and the owls attack the crows by night. The Buddha tells a story of how their enmity came about in the first age of the world when an owl was chosen for king, and a crow objected.
The Bodhisatta = the goose consecrated over the kingdom (rajje abhisittahaṁsapoto).
Keywords: Enmity, Fighting, Animals, Birds.
“The owl is king.” This story the Teacher told while living at Jetavana, about a quarrel between crows and owls.
At the period in question, the crows used to eat owls during the day, and at night, the owls flew about, nipping off the heads of the crows as they slept, and thus killing them. There was a certain monk who lived in a cell on the outskirts of Jetavana. When the time came for sweeping, there used to be a quantity of crows’ heads to throw away, which had dropped from the tree, enough to fill seven or eight pots. He told this to the monks.
In the Dhamma Hall the monks began to talk about it. “Friend, monk So-and-so finds ever so many crows’ heads to throw away every day in the place where he lives!”
In the past, the people who lived in the first cycle of the world gathered together, and took for their king a certain man, handsome, auspicious, commanding, altogether perfect. The quadrupeds also gathered, and chose for king the lion; and the fish in the ocean chose them a fish called Ānanda.
Then all the birds in the Himālayas assembled upon a flat rock, crying, “Among men there is a king, and among the beasts, and the fish have one too; but amongst us birds king there is none. We should not live in anarchy; we too should choose a king. Fix on someone fit to be set in the king’s place!”
They searched about for such a bird, and chose the owl, “Here is the bird we like,” said they. And a bird made proclamation three times to all that there would be a vote taken on this matter.
After patiently hearing this announcement twice, on the third time up rose a crow, and cried out, “Stay now! If that is what he looks like when he is being consecrated king, what will he look like when he is angry? If he only looks at us in anger, we shall be scattered like sesame seeds thrown on a hot
1. “The owl is king, you say, o’er all bird-kind:
With your permission, may I speak my mind?”
The birds repeated the second, granting him leave to speak:
2. “You have our leave, sir, so it be good and right:
For other birds are young, and wise, and bright.”
Thus permitted, he repeated the third:
3. “I like not (with all deference be it said)
To have the owl anointed as our head.
Look at his face! If this good humour be,
What will he do when he looks angrily?”
Then he flew up into the air, cawing out, “I don’t like it! I don’t like it!” The owl rose and pursued him. Thenceforward those two nursed enmity one towards another. And the birds chose a golden goose for their king, and dispersed.
When the Teacher had ended this discourse, he declared the Truths and identified the Jātaka, “At that time, the wild goose chosen for king was I myself.”
last updated: November 2021