Monday, June 26, 2006

Male or Female? John Blakeman's Take


Photograph by Donegal Browne
Male or Female? John Blakeman's foray into the discussion.



He writes...

Donna,

The bird on the left is definitively a female, the bird on the right a male. It's the width of the bodies that's diagnostic. Your term "chunky" fits perfectly. We've got a male and a female here.

The length of the primaries is not significantly different, proportionately. The difference is the way the birds are perched. Big Sister is at the edge, with her tail and primary feathers going straight down, so they appear relatively longer. Little Bro,' at the instant of this photo, is perched further in on the ledge and is leaning further forward, elevating his tail and folded wings. I don't believe that he has shortened primaries. The appearance of this is a mere artifact of the photo and the birds' relative positions.

By now, the feathers are fully descended and hardened. Any marking patterns should remain, except for a moderate bleaching through the summer.

This portion of the text refers to a discussion between John Blakeman and I about the relative "skittishness" of male and female Red-tails. My observations with the Manhattan pairs at the Trump Parc, 927 Fifth, and at The Cathedral lead me to believe that the males are less skittish. Skittish in my case defined by perching proximity to humans, movement from perch upon discovery, and the distance from humans in which they will take prey. Falconers, with a bird on the fist, have a well known opposite opinion.

I then suggested that perhaps as these males had chosen urban territories that they might be less "skittish" than the norm or that experience of years in this density of humans had diminished their skittishness. And since all the tiercels had lost at least one mate, the females of of these pairs had had less time to acquire the experience to become less skittish in relation to humans. D. B.


I'm not sure how the males' tendency for skittishness really applies to wild, non-captive birds, if at all. We falconers know this phenomenon well. It occurs in all raptors. But how it plays out in interactions with humans at a distance, as in NYC, as opposed to a human to which the bird is tethered on the fist, I'm not sure. I tend to think that it plays no role in how male red-tails live in urban areas.

The fact that the three NYC males have all lost mates may -- or may not -- be significant. I don't know of any continued studies of rural pairs that document similar losses, but perhaps this is common. Perhaps you are on to something REALLY BIG in raptor ecology. Raptor biologists have known for decades that more females are produced than males. We've never really understood why this is so. Males are smaller and would seem to have a reduced probability of attaining adulthood, so that's a second whammie. The first is that fewer males are hatched than females.

But perhaps females, for whatever reasons, tend to die off in adulthood. Perhaps egg-laying takes a toll and they don't live nearly as long as the males. Another reason the NYC red-tails need to be seriously studied.

--John Blakeman

(Note: Before anyone gets all priggish, about "scientific proof", do realize, that this is the start of how you get it. These are the sorts of discussions that constantly occur in private in order for hypotheses to be formulated. Models must be evaluated, observations discussed, methodology considered, and in the end, a hypothesis to be ground out, that is an explanation, a reasoned proposal, suggesting correlation between multiple phenomena. Then that hypothesis can be more formally tested through observation and experimentation within guidelines.

And why is this discussion being held in what might be construed as a "public forum"? Because the Hawkwatchers, of different experience and of more or less expertise there is no doubt, are still what the Cornel Lab of Ornithology would call Citizen Scientists. They've run a number of studies, in which regular folks from all over the world, given what to look for, how to do it, and a place to send the data, have made a valuable contribution to our knowledge of the biological world.

Consider, what we observe can bring questions to the table that those with less intimate field hours with Red-tailed Hawks would never even think to ask.

Another Note, while we're at it. The human brain evaluates and identifies many things automatically. For instance it has been scientifically proven that a human child needs to see seven non-identical dogs before he or she is able to identify "dogness". In other words, the young child will be able to identify the eighth dog as a dog, however different it is from the first seven. Therefore those that discount practitioners and people with intimate contact and experience with a phenomena under discussion, discount extremely valuable insights, knowledge, and this sort of automatic brain evaluation. Darwin had many a very enlightening discussion with his barber who had bred canaries for decades.

How about a third? Note: Don't discount ideas immediately out of hand, just because they seem too bizarre. There is a documented article in NEW SCIENTIST in which it is shown that the analytical skills of male humans can be reliably measured by the relative lengths of their index and ring fingers. Strange but true, I kid you not. D. B.)

Still More Sidewalk Wonders


Photograph by Eleanor Tauber

How long has it been since you've looked closely at a Lady Bug?

They are still quite as marvelous as when you were four.



Bittersweet Nightshade Photograph by Eleanor Tauber

Nightshade, or DEADLY Nightshade as my mother used to call it, is a relative of the potato. There is a reason you're not supposed to eat the sprouts of a potato. They contain a toxin. Though it is extremely difficult to actually poison yourself to death with this toxin. It's effects are so extreme people usually wish they had.

Which toxin? The hallucinogenic poison Belladonna is extracted from this plant. A tinture of Belladonna was used by Spanish women some centuries ago, as a beautifying drop for their eyes. As when also ingested, the pupils of the eyes expand...to supposed limpid pools. Of course, with too much there are all those nasty visions.

An unguent containing a number of questionable herbs including Nightshade, rubbed on the skin, has been blamed for the belief by some citizens, that they were in league with the devil and were capable of riding brooms through the sky. Now there's some fun.


Photograph by Eleanor Tauber

In Pennsylvania this is called Bind Weed. Though I've been told it's called Bind Weed because one can make string from the tendrils, I'm more inclined to believe the name came from it's tendency to "bind" all the plants in one's garden together.

This plant is a relative of your garden variety Morning Glory, another hallucinogenic plant. According to report, eating enough packets of Morning Glory seeds will not only make you throw up but will also animate your perception of vending machines to the point where you'll have a conversation with them.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Sunday with the Divines 25 JUN 2006


Eldest with a bulging crop, in the Divine Family's favorite stance.


6:45pm Eldest sighted on the second from the north, peaked window of The Cathedral School. Dad flies in from Morningside Park and lands on the peak of the two story section of the building. Suddenly Robert Schmunk appears with his binoculars attempting to figure out who's where, as am I. Eldest flies to first, from the north, peaked window.

6:46pm Eldest on window of the Cathedral School, view from the street. She then flies to the roof of the taller section.


6:47pm First Eldest goes towards the back of the roof and then forward to the crenelated molding.


6:51pm Eldest watches mature RT go over. Note the constricted pupil. The pupil of the eye in avian species responds to "interest" in a more sensitive manner than mammalian pupils.

6:55pm Mature RT flies east from between The Cathedral School and the Cathedral chasing a Starling . Just into the park the hawk circles back towards the roof of the Cathedral. ( Susan and Mac, two on-the-job hawkwatchers discover Dad on St. Savior's Cross.)


7:00pm Eldest flies off the molding, into the park, goes into a tree, and peers at us.



7:10pm Dad still on St. Savior's cross.



7:22pm Eldest still in the same tree, swaying in the wind. Though she's obscured by leaves, the Robins are not fooled and start mobbing her.


7:32pm Eldest focuses on the closest Robin scolding her.

7:42pm Mature RT flies toward Cathedral from the Park, circles, then continues west.


7:52pm Mom discovered on the nest. That's right. I was standing on the sidewalk north of the St. Luke's parking lot looking for Youngest, when a couple came by and asked if I was watching Peregrines. I explained and pointed out St. Andrew and the sticks atop his shouldner. And as there were no hawks in immediate sight, I focused the scope on the darkened nest. Surprise, surprise. There was Mom. Impossible to see with the naked eye in the dim light.

8:00pm Dad flies from south to north over the Plant Pavilion.

8:02pm Mom keeps checking the roof of the Chapel below the nest. I'm betting Youngest is down there out of groundling sight.

8:11pm Mom focuses on something to the east and then takes off the nest. She curves back around and disappears in flight between the Cathedral and the school.

(My apologies, the light which was difficult previously for photos, is now so dim that only documentation of hawk ID and position is their only excuse for existence and even that is a maybe. D.B.)

8:17pm Mom discovered northeast corner of green net covered scaffolding on The Cathedral School.

All Photos-Donegal Browne

8:23pm A damp Eldest is still in the same tree but a lower branch. She is still being mobbed by Robins. Mom keeps an eye on Eldest from her perch on the green netted scafolding.

8:40pm Too dark, too wet. Exit.