Tuesday: Duck report

July 31, 2018 • 1:00 pm

Well, we’re down to four ducklings now, as one apparently flew the coop (or rather the pond) last night. So we now have on hand (or rather on wing) Honey, who is temporarily flightless because of her molt, and four of the eight ducklings, including the small one who is bullied, Phoebe.

But first let’s hand it to Honey for having now fledged eight ducklings in the last year. With luck it will be an even dozen.

My best feathered girl

The good news is that Phoebe appears to be coming out of her cowering state a bit, and looks pretty good. While the other ducks don’t let her join them, she is swimming about and I was able to give her a good meal this morning. This is in contrast to yesterday, when most of the time she was cowering on the duck island, alone. She’s still emitting heartbreaking quacks from time to time, but I’m hopeful that soon she’ll join the others in the Big Egress. Here she was yesterday.

Phoebe, the bullied duck

Here’s Honey exercising her wings yesterday. You can see they’re strong, but she lacks flight feathers. Note as well the distinctive mottling of her beak, including the trianglular black mark at the junction of her left upper bill and head: her diagnostic feature.

After feeding time yesterday, a remarkable thing happened. First all the ducklings went to the water inlet and reveled and dabbled in the rushing water:

And then they all went nuts, making runs through the pond, diving underwater and swimming a long way (they simply disappeared and reappeared on the other side of the pond. . .

And then they FLEW! They flew all around the pond but didn’t leave it, making long hops, short hops, and skidding into the water as a landing. All of the flying, racing, and diving went on for about five minutes. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen: Duck Crazy Hour, a carnival of flight and fun. I wish the video on my camera had been working so you could see it. I was both amazed and elated at the same time.

Unlike some species of ducks, mallards don’t need a “run” on the water to take off: they can fly up nearly vertically. That’s what this one is doing in the photo below. Their wings must be quite powerful to lift them off this way.

I’m not sure whether they’re testing their wings, practicing flight, or simply having fun. They didn’t leave the pond, but they clearly can, and they flew with great ease.

I immediately called Anna to come see the spectacle, but when she arrived nearly ten minutes later the fun was over, and the ducks were grooming, preening, and bathing:

You can see that Honey (foreground) simply lacks flight feathers; compare her to her duckling in the rear, whose wing feathers extend out behind its butt. (It also has a lovely blue-violet speculum.)

Honey is still being maternal, standing on the cement rings and supervising her brood, even though they’re now pretty independent. I wonder if she has any emotions about their departure?

And we mustn’t forget our turtle friends, who are appearing en masse to enjoy the temperate weather and warm sun. Here’s one red-ear climbing atop another one to get the maximum solar exposure.

Anna was the last person to see the whole brood together. When she returned from vacation on Sunday evening, she immediately went to the duck pond and reports that they were all there at that time. The next morning three were gone, so they must have flown away on Sunday night (I’ve heard that ducks navigate at night). I photographed Anna yesterday with the remaining crew:

 

It’s bittersweet to see the ducklings leave one by one (I thought they’d all leave together), but it was inevitable, and I’m really happy that, after the demise of two babies late in May, the rest of them have all survived and thrived (knock on wood for Phoebe!). And I’m happy that Anna and I played a small role in ensuring that they got enough food to give them a good start in life.  Finally, I know Honey will be here for a while, and I’ll make sure she’s amply rewarded for her hard work in raising a brood of eight in a small pond. Long may they fly!

North Korea still building long range missiles

July 31, 2018 • 11:49 am

Once again Trump has misunderstood North Korea’s intentions. As I predicted earlier (and here I’ll pat myself on the back, though this isn’t rocket science), North Korea has no intention of suspending either its nuclear program or its development of long-range missiles that can deliver weapons to the U.S. The DPRK’s raison d’etre is to be able to counter the imminent attack by America that all residents of the DPRK are warned about. That means that there’s a snowball’s chance in hell that they’ll stop developing weapons and delivery systems.

Read the new Washington Post article by clicking on the screenshot below:

An excerpt:

U.S. spy agencies are seeing signs that North Korea is constructing new missiles at a factory that produced the country’s first intercontinental ballistic missiles capable of reaching the United States, according to officials familiar with the intelligence.

Newly obtained evidence, including satellite photos taken in recent weeks, indicates that work is underway on at least one and possibly two liquid-fueled ICBMs at a large research facility in Sanumdong, on the outskirts of Pyongyang, according to the officials, who spoke on the condition of anonymity to describe classified intelligence.

The findings are the latest to show ongoing activity inside North Korea’s nuclear and missile facilities at a time when the country’s leaders are engaged in arms talks with the United States. The new intelligence does not suggest an expansion of North Korea’s capabilities but shows that work on advanced weapons is continuing weeks after President Trump declared in a Twitter posting that Pyongyang was “no longer a Nuclear Threat.”

Trump is a moron. They’ll always be a nuclear threat and nothing will stop that save mutually assured annihilation and deterrence.

. . . some independent analysts think the Trump administration has misread Kim’s intentions, interpreting his commitment to eventual denuclearization as a promise to immediately surrender the country’s nuclear arsenal and dismantle its weapons factories.

“We have this backward. North Korea is not negotiating to give up their nuclear weapons,” Lewis* said. “They are negotiating for recognition of their nuclear weapons. They’re willing to put up with certain limits, like no nuclear testing and no ICBM testing. What they’re offering is: They keep the bomb, but they stop talking about it.”

That’s pretty much the way I see it.

*Jeffrey Lewis, director of the East Asia Nonproliferation Program at the James Martin Center for Nonproliferation Studies.

Two more authors banned from Brisbane Writers Festival

July 31, 2018 • 9:15 am

Two years ago there was a big kerfuffle at the Brisbane Writers Festival (BWF) when writer Lionel Shriver gave a talk asserting the right of all authors to write about “marginalized”—or any—groups, which is a violation of many who cry “cultural appropriation” at that stuff. As I wrote at the time,

Not long ago Yasmin Abdel-Magied, a Sudanese/Australian/Muslim writer, described in the Guardian how offended she became when author Lionel Shriver, speaking at the Brisbane Writers Festival, defended the right of authors to write fiction about “marginalized” characters (i.e., people of color and others seen as oppressed). Abdel-Magied, who came off as someone unable to tolerate even the mildest contradictions of her views, stalked out of Shriver’s talk in tears, virtually accusing the speaker of perpetuating racism by appropriating other cultures in her writing.

Not long after, Shriver published her full talk online, also in the Guardian,  and it turned out to be passionate, eloquent, and thoughtful, but not at all offensive—except to the overly tender ears of someone like Abdel-Magied. Read it for yourself. But I had no idea that, as Shriver describes in a new New York Times piece, “Will the Left survive the Millennials?“, that the ostracism of Shriver extended farther than the kvetching of Abdel-Magied. It did.

The Festival authorities publicly disavowed Shriver’s speech and quickly organized a counter-conference to rebut Shriver’s assertions. That of course is fine, but was done only for Shriver’s talk, and was done post facto, as a sort of official announcement of Shriver’s demonization.  It shows that the BWF is simply caving in to those who claim that writers must not culturally appropriate.

Since then Shriver has been further demonized, and has asserted even more strongly her and others’ right to write about what they want. But now, in a further effort to censor authors, the BWF has disinvited two more writers: Germaine Greer and Bob Carr, the former premier of New South Wales.  As the Guardian reported on July 25, the issues were Carr’s views on immigration and other political issues, which apparently did not align with the BWF’s control-Leftism, and, presumably, Greer’s views on transexual women, whom she doesn’t accept as fully “woman-ish” as she does biological women. For that Greer has repeatedly been called a transphobe, and has been deplatformed several times.

Carr told Guardian Australia he was “surprised” by the festival’s response to his new political memoir, Run for Your Life.

“I thought writers’ festivals embraced controversy,” [Carr] said, adding he understood his book didn’t “accord with [the festival’s] values” particularly because it argued for lower immigration, discussed the recent “China panic” in the Australian media and “my encounters with the pro-Israel lobby”.

The festival issued a statement on Wednesday, saying: “Brisbane writers’ festival does not shy away from controversy or challenging ideas, but as all festival organisers know, it’s invariably difficult to choose between the many authors currently promoting books and the need to provide engaging choices for our audience along a curatorial theme. In trying to achieve that balance, we decided in early June not to proceed with including Bob Carr on this year’s program and MUP were advised at that time.”

Those are just disingenuous weasel words, and, in fact, lies. The Guardian‘s report continues:

The Brisbane writers’ festival acting chief executive, Ann McLean, told the Australian there were concerns Carr would not keep discussion to the topic he had been programmed to discuss.

Referring to Greer, the festival’s statement said: “Germaine had not been invited to take part in this year’s program – we’d been asked by a local bookstore to assist with the marketing of an event planned by them for within the dates of the festival. However, when the bookstore decided not to proceed we decided not to host the event alone as it was being held offsite away from the festival hub and (more importantly) it did not fit within the rest of the program.”

Referring to Greer, the festival’s statement said: “Germaine had not been invited to take part in this year’s program – we’d been asked by a local bookstore to assist with the marketing of an event planned by them for within the dates of the festival. However, when the bookstore decided not to proceed we decided not to host the event alone as it was being held offsite away from the festival hub and (more importantly) it did not fit within the rest of the program.”

Greer, who is lauded for her early feminist writing but has fallen out of favour with the left in recent years, in part for her inflammatory comments about trans women and her recent comments on rape, told the Australian: “The Brisbane writers’ festival is very hard work. So, to be uninvited to what is possibly the dreariest literary festival in the world, with zero hospitality and no fun at all, is a great relief.”

The Guardian then published a critique of the BWF’s actions written by Australian novelist Richard Flanagan, a Booker Prize winner. Click on the screenshot to read his essay:

First, Flanagan discusses the withdrawal of novelist Junot Diaz from the Sydney Writers’ festival after social media allegations that he forcibly kissed a woman “some years before” as well as that he bullied and displayed demeaning behavior towards other women. Because of these accusations on social media, MIT, where Diaz works, investigated his behavior and found no grounds to punish him. The same held true for The Boston Review, who also refrained from punishment. But the social media demonization was so loud that Diaz withdrew from both Sydney and an Australian tour. You may differ on the rightness of that, but if two investigations found him in the clear, at least the Sydney Writers’ Festival shouldn’t have issued a mealymouthed statement criticized by Flanagan:

None of this proves Diaz is a good person. But nor does it prove he is a bad one. There were allegations, and there remain allegations. Diaz may be a monster, or he may not. But the allegations remain, and they remain allegations.

So on what grounds was the Sydney Writers’ festival justified in passing judgment on a writer about things the truth of which was not established?

The festival, in its statement announcing his departure, referred to Diaz’s essay The Silence: The Legacy of Childhood Trauma published a few months earlier in which Diaz revealed that he had been raped as a child.

“In his recent New Yorker essay, Mr Diaz wrote, ‘Eventually the past finds you’. As for so many in positions of power, the moment to reckon with the consequences of past behaviour has arrived.

“Sydney Writers’ festival is a platform for the sharing of powerful stories: urgent, necessary and sometimes difficult. Such conversations have never been more timely.

“We remain committed to ensuring they occur in a supportive and safe environment for our authors and audiences alike.”

We may ask what on earth was supportive and safe for Diaz in those words? Who had the power at that moment – the writer, who had publicly confessed to being raped as a child only a few months before, or the festival?

The Wheeler Centre, meanwhile, emailed ticket holders to announce that Diaz had also cancelled a scheduled appearance in Melbourne with similarly self-serving cant:

“We always take seriously our responsibility to ensure that our platform and our spaces are safe for our guests and audiences alike,” its statement said. “The Wheeler Centre is inspired by the bravery of those sharing their stories and is committed to an accountable and responsive literary community for everyone.”

None of this is to argue for or against Junot Diaz. But is it to be the case that Australian writers’ festivals will abandon any writer once social media turns against them? And what if the mob have it wrong?

The judgments against Greer and Carr are more clearly misguided, and completely inimical to the freedom of discussion that should attend a literary festival. Flanagan is particularly acerbic in his criticism of the BWF’s disinvitation of these two. I’ll give some quotes, which I agree with completely. Note first, though, that Flanagan himself says that he “[doesn’t] overly care for the recent thoughts of either, and I am confident they would feel the same about me.” I am with Flanagan on this, too. But he adds, “And surely that is the point—that other people’s thoughts are worth listening to.”

Flanagan:

If the BWF is a writers’ festival concerned not to get publicity they are unique on this earth. And perhaps they are, because McLean, in a moment of clarifying folly, says that Bob Carr’s invitation was being withdrawn in consideration for the brand alignment of several sponsors we are securing for the festival”.

Does this mean money chooses which writers you hear – and don’t hear – at the BWF? Exactly when did the Brisbane Writers festival become the Brisbane Corporate festival? And since when did writing in Australia answer to corporate dictate?

There are questions that should be answered by the BWF. Why were Carr and Greer blackballed? And by whom? When did the BWF stop seeing its role as supporting writers ahead of corporations? Is Greer being dropped because her views on rape are not those of the prevailing orthodoxy? Is Carr being dropped because of his views on Israel or population?

This is not an article I wanted to write. But as forums for public debate and discussion vanish throughout the country, in a week when Nine has announced the takeover of Fairfax, the importance of community events like writers’ festivals only grows in importance. They should not answer either to the mob or to corporations. They should be there for writers and writing, and all that these represent: tolerance, debate, difference.

Ponder all that we now know about how social media is manipulated by power, both national and corporate. Why, with that knowledge, would a writers’ festival ban writers because of fear of a social media backlash?

Beneath their determined, if dreary, attempts at funkiness and fashion, beyond the latest New Yorker sensation imported for our provincial enlightenment, past the wearying social media feeds with their ersatz excitement, writers’ festivals now run the risk of running with dogma, with orthodoxy, with the mob – with fear, in other words – and with money. It’s the new Victorian age wearing a hipster beard.

Indeed: I see this in my local bookstore: 57th Street Books, once a great bookstore but now largely dedicated, at least in the books they push, to Control-Leftist dogma. I of course agree largely with their position on the political spectrum, but why do they refuse to call attention to other points of view? I’ve never seen a book by a conservative advertised in their window; everything is devoted to literature by purportedly oppressed minorities. The Kingdom of Words is rapidly being balkanized. And the balkanization is largely due to social media, which functions at once to create tribalism and to demonize those whose points of view differ from yours.

I see no point in rewriting Flanagan’s eloquent words in my own style, so I’ll finish with a few other bits from his essay:

Of course, not all writers’ festivals are like this. But the large ones are increasingly becoming that way. If they were to rename themselves “Festival of Safe Ideas”, or “Celebration of Conventional Thinking”, or “Festival Approved by Twitter Bots” I wouldn’t mind. But having dropped two writers because, it would seem, of what they have written, for Brisbane to call itself a writers’ festival smacks of false advertising.

The individual examples of Shriver, Diaz, Carr and Greer, all point to a larger, more disturbing trend. Writers’ festivals, like other aspects of the literary establishment such as prizes, have in recent years become less and less about books and more and more about using their considerable institutional power to enforce the new orthodoxies, to prosecute social and political agendas through reward and punishment.

. . .McLean is quoted in the Australian as saying the BWF was “fully prepared to embrace controversy”.

What nonsense. The BWF embraces conformity, and two who threaten that conformity it punishes by banning. In doing so, it’s an enforcer, not an enabler; a punisher, and not a promoter.

. . . now, more than ever, we need places and forums where we can listen, reflect and discuss different perspectives and ideas that are not our own. This is not to suggest promoting propagandists and provocateurs to an equal footing with serious writers – but it is to argue that writing worthy of the name is not always comforting or reassuring, but that it does matter. The alternative is a Trumpian world of mindless Milo Yiannopoulos provocations on one side, and conformist clap trap on the other, both serving only to deliver power to those who would destroy us.

As this kind of banning and deplatforming spreads, nearly always promulgated by the Left, I find myself no longer surprised at the kind of censorhip and demonization practiced against those whose ideas are deemed ideologically impure. This is what religions like Islam and Catholicism do; it should not be the practice of writers and literary festivals.

Spot the caterpillars (and milkweed bug)

July 31, 2018 • 9:10 am

Reader Leo Glenn sent a photo in which are hidden eight Monarch butterfly caterpillars, which look like the photo below, and three milkweed bugs (two obvious, one hidden), which look like the photo below that. Your job is to find all the insects before I give the reveal later today.

Monarch caterpillar:

Photo: TIMOTHY BARGAR / USGS

Large milkweed bug:

Leo’s challenge:

Here’s a “Spot the Wildlife” photo for your readers. After many discouraging years of seeing so few Monarch butterflies and caterpillars at our home in rural western Pennsylvania, we seem to be having a resurgence this year. We’ve seen quite a few butterflies, and have counted at least 20 caterpillars on our milkweed plants.

So here’s a photo of some of our Butterflyweed plants (Asclepias tuberosa) with Monarch caterpillars (Danaus plexippus). I counted eight caterpillars in the photo. Some are very easy to find, some are of medium difficulty, and a couple are pretty hard, but still clearly distinguishable. I’m sending a high resolution image, as your readers will need to enlarge it to find all of the caterpillars. Bonus points if they can find the third Large milkweed bug (Oncopeltus fasciatus). Two are easy to spot, but the third will take some diligence and a sharp pair of eyes. Hint: it is in shadow and only partially visible.

Click on the photo to enlarge it:

I’ll post the reveal at 12:30 pm Chicago time.

Readers’ wildlife videos and photos

July 31, 2018 • 7:45 am

It’s time to refill the photo tank. I have a fair few contributions, but I could always use more, so send in your good animal, plant, astronomy, and other nature-related pictures.

To add to Stephen Barnard’s hummingbird photos of two days ago, he’s sent two videos of hummingbird fights (rufous vs. black-chinned). Be sure to watch them enlarged:

“Combat”

“Kung fu” in which a rufous hummer pulls a tricky move:

Reader Justin Zimmer sent some plant and animal photos. He didn’t enclose IDs or captions, so put those below if you know them:

Tuesday: Hili dialogue

July 31, 2018 • 6:45 am

Well, it’s the last day of July: July 31, 2018, National Cotton Candy Day (a comestible sometimes called “fairy floss” in England). It’s also National Orgasm Day, which in the U.S., U.K. and Australia is celebrated on July 31 (other countries, other months). Be sure you partake today. Stephen Fry encourages us with a tweet (found by Grania):

On this day in 1492/Columbus sailed the ocean blue/ but the land of Spain expelled the Jew. For it was on this day in 1492 that the Alhambra Decree of Ferdinand and Isabella was issued.  On this day in 1588, the Spanish Armada appeared off the coast of England. But the attempt to unseat Queen Elizabeth failed miserably. In 1658, the famous Aurangzeb was proclaimed emperor of India. On July 31, 1790, the very first U.S. patent was issued: it went to Samuel Hopkins for a devising a process to produce potash. On this day in 1917, the deadly Battle of Passchendaele began near Ypres in Belgium.  And evidence for the Holocaust: on July 31, 1941, according to Wikipedia, “Under instructions from Adolf Hitler, Nazi official Hermann Göring, orders SS General Reinhard Heydrich to ‘submit to me as soon as possible a general plan of the administrative material and financial measures necessary for carrying out the desired Final Solution of the Jewish question’.” On July 31, 1970, it was Black Tot Day, not referring to pigmented toddlers but to the last day that the Royal Navy officially gave each sailor a ration of rum. On this day in 1971, in the Apollo 15 program, American astronauts became the first people to ever ride in a lunar rover.  On this day twelve years ago, Fidel Castro handed his power over to his brother Raúl. Fidel died on November 25, 2016.  Finally, on this day in 2012, Michael Phelps broke Larisa Latynina’s record for the most medals won in the Olympics. Can you guess how many? The answer is below the fold.

Notables born on July 31 include Herbert W. Armstrong (1892), Milton Friedman (1912), Paul D. Boyer (1918; Nobel Laureate), Curt Gowdy and Primo Levi (both 1919), Ahmet Ertegun (1923), John Searle (1932, still with us), Geraldine Chaplin (1965) and J. K. Rowling (1965). Those who died on this day include Denis Diderot (1784), Bud Powell (1966), Gore Vidal (2012), and Jeanne Moreau (last year).

Bud Powell was one of the very greatest jazz pianists. To my mind this is his greatest song, “A Night in Tunisia“. You can hear him humming as he played. Powell had a rough life, being hospitalized for psychiatric difficulties and then dying of tuberculosis at age 41.

Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is tweeting, but in the avian rather than the social medium sense:

A: Why did you start to tweet?
Hili: Don’t ask.
In Polish:
Ja: Dlaczego zaczęłaś ćwierkać?
Hili: Nie pytaj.

From Heather Hastie: a really nice policeman helps cats cross the street safely:

https://twitter.com/Elverojaguar/status/1023112127593238528

Another from Heather, who seems to have found her own cat now. Be sure to turn on the video and sound.

https://twitter.com/Elverojaguar/status/1023623246141370369

And a duckling for good measure:

Tweets found by Matthew, the first from our Official Website Physicist™:

More hares from Dr. Cobb:

This was sent by both Matthew and Grania, with the later saying, “OMG watch this with sound.”

https://twitter.com/RaminNasibov/status/1023607259727888384

But this is REALLY the “OMG” tweet! Imagine the work this must have taken.

Are cat-owners Left or Right? I say Left!

Matthew’s own tweet about the photo of a volcanic eruption on Jupiter’s moon Io (NSFW):

Here the amazing picture of that eruption:

A cat plus waterfowl tweet from Grania:

https://twitter.com/urmumsausername/status/1023709414690357248

Read below the fold to see the record-holding Olympic medalists:

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