Readers’ wildlife photos

April 19, 2015 • 7:45 am

We have a paucity of photos because I’m depending on what readers send me on the road, but reader Randy in Iowa did come through with four photos of things avian:

The first photo of a nest is most likely a swallow’s nest but until I can see the builder, it is just a guess.   There are several items used including a lot of moss — still green as this nest is new.  A very odd location I thought, because it is under a door entrance and less than 7 feet high.  I hope it gets used but have doubts that it will.
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Woodpeckers are always plentiful around here and this photo includes the Red-bellied Woodpecker (Melanerpes carolinus) and the Hairy Woodpecker (Picoides villosus).  I sometimes wonder if the name Red-bellied was used because Red Headed was already taken.  Some people around here identify the Hairy Woodpecker as the Ladder-backed or the Nuttall’s Woodpecker but I think not.  Those do not live in this part of the country.
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The suet feeder is good for many birds and the woodpeckers really like them.  The female Downy Woodpecker (Picoides pubescens). 
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The mesh feeder like this one is good to hold Nyjer Thistle seed and is a favorite of finches.  Male Goldfinches (Spinus tristis):
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Sunday: Hili dialogue

April 19, 2015 • 5:15 am

It’s the Lord’s Day, which means that Professor Ceiling Cat will speak about his book to a passel of local humanists and then, later this afternoon, head back to Chicago. My visit to South Carolina,while short, has been immensely enjoyable, and my hosts, particularly Irena Schulz, have gone to a great deal of trouble to make sure I had a good time. But more on that later, including photos of noms and the ever-entertaining Snowball.

Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili plays theologian, making a virtue of both necessity and her own comforts. I am all too used to this solipsism! (Note Andrzej’s University of Chicago hoodie.)

Hili: I’ve always felt good in the company of people reading books.
A: But I’m not too comfortable.
Hili: This way you can concentrate better and you will not fall asleep.

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In Polish:
Hili: Zawsze dobrze się czułam w towarzystwie ludzi czytających książki.
Ja: Ale mnie nie jest najwygodniej.
Hili: W ten sposób możesz się lepiej koncentrować i nie przysypiasz.

 

Jerry’s Nose

April 18, 2015 • 12:00 pm

Well, I’ve been accused of having a hypertrophied proboscis, especially by some anti-Semites who delight in that sort of thing, but I’m pleased that there’s a landmark in Newfoundland named after my schnoz. It’s part of a series of colorful place names in Newfoundland and Labrador (series list here). Here’s the notes on “Jerrys nose” (note that the link has an apostrophe):

Around here, there are hundreds of places and thousands of stories. There are many peculiarities surrounding Jerrys Nose – the lack of an apostrophe and the absence of anyone named Jerry are just the beginning. But there’s a beauty about this place that can’t be contained by punctuation. So how did it come by such a distinct name? Our friend Fred has a theory.

The series:

This year Newfoundland & Labrador Tourism launched “Place Names”. Supported by TV, digital, newspaper, and social media advertising, a series of digital vignettes – eight (8) in total – begins to tell the story of our colourful place names – engaging the target audience and differentiating the province once again as a tourism destination.

Filmed in 2014, the eight digital videos are categorized into different quirky themes: Love, People (Anatomy), Food, and Off-Kilter.

h/t: Merilee

Encomiums for Doctors without Borders

April 18, 2015 • 10:30 am

I want to tout the Official Website Charity™ today, Doctors Without Borders (DwB), or, to use its official name, Médicins Sans Frontières. Reader Pyers pointed out to me an article in today’s Torygraph that describes the organization and its efforts. And believe me, I vetted this organization thoroughly before I designed it as the site’s charity: it’s completely secular, full of dedicated people, and the vast bulk of donations (over 87%) go for medical assistance. It gets the highest rating from Charity Navigator.

Of course, one of the reasons I want you to read this piece is because eventually I’ll ask readers to donate again, as I’m thinking of having a raffle for Faith versus Fact when it comes out, with a specially autographed first-edition hardcover copy (with a drawing to the winner’s specifications) going to a randomly selected reader who donates a modest sum to the organization.

At any rate, the Torygraph piece is long, dealing largely with a description of how DwB operated during the Ebola epidemic in Sierra Leone. I doubt that I would have had the courage to work with Ebola victims! After that, the piece talks a little about the organization:

For four decades MSF volunteers have worked in war zones and disaster areas, but probably never in conditions as harrowing or lonely as this. ‘It was awful, really, really awful, seventh level of hell stuff,’ Henry Gray, the British operations manager of MSF’s Ebola Response Team, said.

It is easy to be sceptical about large international NGOs, to see them as bloated, bureaucratic and ineffective. I was appalled by the way they used the Haiti earthquake of 2010 to raise vast amounts of money, little of which benefited the victims. But I have long made an exception for MSF, not least because I have repeatedly found their volunteers quietly working away in appalling conditions in some of the world’s worst hell holes.

Long after most of the other NGOs – and television cameras – had left Haiti, for example, I found MSF in Cité Soleil, reputedly the Western hemisphere’s worst slum, treating legions of destitute Haitians racked by cholera. In 2012 I found them secretly helping the bombed and traumatised civilians of rebel-held northern Syria when no other major NGO dared operate there.

Founded in 1971 by a group of French doctors outraged by Nigeria’s blockade and starvation of the secessionist province of Biafra, and by the international community’s silent complicity in that atrocity, its medics have since worked on the front line of countless catastrophes. They have delivered aid to beleaguered civilians during wars, genocides, revolutions, plagues, earthquakes, floods and famines. They have risked their lives in all the world’s most notorious ‘beauty spots’ – Rwanda, Congo, Somalia, Bosnia, Cambodia, Afghanistan, Iraq, Yemen, Libya, Chechnya, Gaza, the Central African Republic, Darfur, South Sudan, eastern Ukraine. ‘First in, last out’ is their mantra.

Can you beat that? There’s more, and I’ll have to limit myself lest I reproduce the whole piece:

MSF has had scores of volunteers killed, wounded and abducted, but curtails a mission only in extreme circumstances – after five of its staff were kidnapped in Syria, the murder of five others in Afghanistan, and multiple killings and abductions in Somalia. In 1999 it won the Nobel Peace Prize.

It is now the world’s largest medical humanitarian organisation, with 23 national associations, an annual budget of well over $1 billion and more than 35,000 local and international staff in more than 60 countries. Yet it remains more of a grass-roots movement than an organisation – a small army of doctors, nurses, engineers and logisticians all committed to the ethos of its founders.

Its primary goal is to provide health care to people in need regardless of their race, religion or affiliations. To do that it remains resolutely neutral in any conflict, and independent of any political, religious or economic powers. It will talk to the most brutal terrorist organisations and repressive regimes to access the civilian populations they control – the Taliban, Islamic State, Somalia’s al-Shabaab, Boko Haram. It insists only that its staff’s safety is assured, and that it can deliver aid without interference. It withdrew from North Korea in 1998 because the regime was diverting MSF aid, and spurned the US-led humanitarian programme in Afghanistan because it was part of the battle for Afghan hearts and minds.

By the same token MSF medics will treat anyone – wounded al-Qaeda fighters, Syrian soldiers or Sudanese cattle raiders who have attacked villages and slaughtered women and children – provided they leave their weapons outside. It knows that they may well resume their killing once they have recovered. ‘We don’t do good or bad. It’s not for us to judge,’ Paul McMaster, the retired NHS surgeon who chairs MSF UK, insists.

Now how can you do worse than help an organization that won the Nobel Peace Prize? Finally, if you’re not convinced, have a look at this:

MSF’s pursuit of neutrality and independence extends to fundraising. Almost all its income is from private donors – five million of them. It seldom accepts money from governments, but never from the defence, oil, mining and pharmaceutical industries. Unlike other NGOs, moreover, it does not exploit specific disasters to raise funds for general use, or use emotionally manipulative images. Six days after the 2004 Asian tsunami it infuriated other NGOs by announcing it had raised enough.

MSF is lean. The base salary for a field worker is less than £12,000 a year, and Joanne Liu, the president, earns a mere £76,000. Even top officials fly economy. Life in the field is so spartan that the MSF house where I stayed in Freetown turned off its generator all day to save money.

The piece is much longer than the excerpts I’ve given here, and describes the organization as egalitarian, full or arguments, contentious, but above all immensely dedicated. Running it is apparently like herding cats. But it is about as good as a secular organization can get (that’s not to imply that religious ones are better!), and if we atheists are going to do something tangible to make a better world, this is a very good way to do it.  Best of all, DwB is not American or British, or anything. They’re cosmopolitan in both composition and the people they help; and, after all, shouldn’t aid go not just to those who happen to live in your country, but to those on the planet who have the greatest need?

 

Caturday felid trifecta: laser-guided cat car service, nurse cat, cat hoodie, and lagniappe

April 18, 2015 • 9:00 am

We have another felid trifecta today for you lucky readers. I’ll put the lagniappe first: a picture from the local Greenville newspaper than I read at breakfast. When I opened the front section, there was a photo of the Clemson Tigers basketball team playing Syracuse on January 17. Here it is—with a GIANT CAT HEAD!

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At least half a dozen readers sent me the heartwarming story of the Polish Nurse Cat, recounted here at Mashable:

Rademenes, a black cat who lives at the shelter in Bydgoszcz, does the important work of providing comfort and companionship to animals undergoing medical treatment. Duties include gently resting on top of recovering cats and spooning canine patients.

Rademenes came to live at the animal shelter after his original owners brought him in with an inflamed respiratory tract, and feared he was too sick to make a recovery, Polish news channel TVN Meteo reported. But veterinarian Lucyna Kuziel-Zawalich took a liking to the cat, and managed to nurse him back to health before taking him in as her own.

Now Rademenes is considered an important asset to office staff, comforting patients after surgery and sometimes cleaning their ears.

Some photos. Were this not so far from Dobrzyn, I’d definitely visit Rademenes on my next trip to Poland.

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 Groupon (which is a Chicago-based, cat-loving organization, and even has an eponymous cat as its office mascot, has a new spoof service called Grøüber in which laser-guided cats will drive you to redeem your Groupon. The site is here, and there’s also a video:
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Finally, Matthew sent me this ad for a cat hoodie. Question: would you wear it or buy it? It certainly makes a “statement”, though that statement may be “I’m a loon.” (Personally, I’d rather have the large wool cat head):

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h/t: Su, Matthew Cobb, Nikki

Readers’ wildlife photographs

April 18, 2015 • 7:45 am

As I’m away, and my folder of readers’ photos is in Chicago, we’ll have only four pictures today, all of which were sent yesterday. Stephen Barnard in Idaho sent two pictures of a Swainson’s Hawk (Buteo swainsoni).

These hawks migrate all the way to Argentina. This is the first I’ve seen this season.

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Swainson's Hawk

I don’t know much about raptors, but I wasn’t aware of any in North America who migrate this far. But, sure enough, here’s the range map from the Cornell site. And they do make that long journey:

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And here’s some fun facts about the species, taken from Wikipedia:

This species was named after William Swainson, a British naturalist. It is colloquially known as the grasshopper hawk or locust hawk, as it is very fond of Acrididae (locusts and grasshoppers) and will voraciously eat these insects whenever they are available.

Their breeding habitat is prairie and dry grasslands in western North America. They build a stick nest in a tree or shrub or on a cliff edge. This species is a long-distance migrant, wintering in Argentina; it has been recorded as a vagrant in neighboring Chile, in the island countries of the Dominican Republic, and Trinidad and Tobago, and in Norway.

This species or its immediate predecessor is the ancestor of the Galápagos hawk, as demonstrated by recent research. The latter diverged from the mainland birds perhaps 300,000 years ago, a very short time in evolution.

The Galápagos hawk (Buteo galapagoensis) is a rare species (ca. 150 pairs) endemic to the archipelago. Given its geographic isolation, can we really say it’s a different species from the Swainson’s? (I’m adhering to the Biological Species Concept, which sees different species as populations that have genetically based traits that prevent them from producing fertile offspring.) I think so, as the migratory (and non-migratory) habits, which are probably genetically based, keep the species from meeting each other, and that is a form of either ecological or behavioral isolation. The species almost certainly resulted from one or more stray ancestors of the Swainson’s hawk that found their way to the archipelago several hundred thousand years ago. That’s plausible because, as you see above, individuals sometimes go far off course.

From John Harshman, who lives in the San Francisco Bay area:

From my back yard. First, a female (I think) Anna’s hummingbird (Calypte anna) coming in for a drink. I really like the feet. Second, a male rufous hummingbird (Selasphorus rufus) in mid-slurp. Both partaking from bottlebrush (Callistemon) flowers; I don’t know the species, but the genus is an Australian endemic. New camera (Panasonic FZ200).

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Saturday: Hili dialogue

April 18, 2015 • 6:46 am

I am in the Greenville/Spartanburg area of South Carolina, and it’s all green and the weather is warm—no need for a jacket.  And I got to see Snowball the Cockatoo dance (it looks much like this), and dance to several songs with different beats. (I also learned that, after practice, Snowball learned to dance to Dave Brubeck’s jazz classic “Take Five” (see the song here), which is in 5/4 time. You try dancing to that!) Remember that this sulphur-crested cockatoo remains the only individual animal ever shown to move rhythmically to a beat, varying his dancing to match the song. He is said to have seventeen dance moves, and I saw a bunch of them.

It was a truly stunning display of animal behavior, and I will put up some videos I took when I get back to Chicago. I also received many presents from my affable hosts, including wonderful pastries, a Snowball book, customized buttons, a Drosophila mug, and so on, followed by a great dinner at Stella’s Southern Bistro (I had the pickled Florida rock shrimp, followed by “Beeler’s Farm Pork Ribeye & Stuffed Carolina Quail, with laurel aged rice & Sea Island red pea hoppin’ john, fava beans, fines herbs, applewood bacon jus.” That was fantastic, with the quail very juicy and gamey and the local pork ribeye cooked with a bit of pinkness in the middle. I have eaten well.

At noon I lecture on evolution at Furman University, sign copies of WEIT, and have a BBQ dinner with the local humanist group. Life is good.  But I will be occupied much of the day, and posting is likely to be light. I do my best.

Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is using her usual method to gain entry to the house, but his staff is outside:

Hili: I’m afraid you are not at home.
A: No, I’m not, because I’m taking pictures of you.
Hili: In that case I will stop banging on the window.

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In Polish:
Hili: Obawiam się, że nie ma cię w domu.
Ja: Bo robię ci zdjęcie.
Hili: W takim razie przestaję pukać do okna.

Giant cat head!

April 17, 2015 • 2:15 pm

We shall end the week with a GIANT WOOLEN CAT HEAD, links to which were sent by at least four readers. And I have to say that if “awesome” retains any meaning as a word, this GIANT CAT HEAD fills the bill. You can find it at several sites; I’ll refer you, though, to the information at Laughing Squid.

Housetu Sato and his students at the Japan School of Wool Art created a giant, creepy, realistic needle-felted wool cat head that can be worn as a mask. The head will be on exhibit from April 18-23, 2015 at Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum.

These photos are taken from the original Japanese site. Imagine the possibilities!

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I dearly want one of these, though there is only one in existence. (The makers are thinking of either renting it or making more.) Imagine giving a talk while wearing one. (Yes, I know it would distract from the material and you probably wouldn’t be heard anyway.) Or wearing it on an airplane!

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Where would you wear it? (Don’t bother responding if your answer is “I wouldn’t wear it anywhere!”)