The Vogelkop Bowerbird: artiste extraordinaire; a truly amazing mental health break
David Attenborough did a video series called The Life of Birds. One section is called Finding Partners, and shows and desribes the mating plumage, gift-giving and rituals of different male birds in efforts to entice the females, and convince them that they are Superior Mates. Many of the rituals are practical, and tend to ensure that the most Practical Qualities of species are propagated in the species: food collection, good nests, beautiful songs, biggest blow-sacks, plumage displays etc.
Not so with the Vogelkop Bowerbird in New Guinea. Their wooing is entirely impractical; they build enormous artistic displays by which the females judge them. Males build large grass huts with expansive front porches on the ground to entice females, and decorate them with laborious artistic displays that are unique to each male. They are not showy birds, otherwise, in any sense. They sing well, but their plumage is olive-colored and not fancy, which helps to ensure their survival since their feathers are of no interest to poachers.
You may find yourselves tickled that in the bird world, it is the male who must go out of his way to entice the females to mate with him. It is the males who, effectively, wear the spike heels and lipstick and show some cleavage. :-} And face it, if a liberal/progressive only ever visited the most popular site online (Huffingtonpost) , one could get the idea that ALL women were still about well...cleavage, fashion, and ...some politics thrown in for good measure.
Hummingbirds start at around 11:30 on the video; the Vogelkop Bowerbird-artistes at 16:25. I hope if you watch it, you are thrilled.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJgfcOd1R7E&feature=PlayList&p=aYy3a60ZYJo
Info on Vogel can be found here on avianweb about their huts and front porches, etc.
http://avianweb.com/vogelkopbowerbirds.html
















I would say that human males adorn themselves with plumage like ties, watches, PDAs and even bling. Around here they wear Ravens jerseys, too.
I first read about bowerbirds in the Territorial Imperative years ago, but I haven't seen the Attenborough film. Towards the end:
http://www.ditext.com/ardrey/imperative/2.html
October 1, 2009 2:07 PM | Reply | Permalink
Here ain't Huffpo; it's one of the reasons I like it better. The gender gap here thing I'll leave alone for now; a few women mentioned it to me, and I haven't figured it out altogether. I'm slow on that issue. :-}
October 1, 2009 2:35 PM | Reply | Permalink
Oh, and thanks, Donal, for the link.
October 1, 2009 2:37 PM | Reply | Permalink
I just watched the Attenborough film and was enchanted by virtually all of the birds....
So easy to see one's own history, btw: college sweetheart, a Grebe; husband #1, a grouse; husband #2, one of those iridescent plumage fellows. Sadly, definitely missed out on the swan and, when it counted, the ostrich. Maybe should have seen the virtue in the awkward armpit sandpiper or the we-could-share-aesthetics bowerbird.
Thanks, Wendy, for the illuminati.
October 1, 2009 4:26 PM | Reply | Permalink
I, by either luck or design, chose the male bird who would help sit on the eggs. Really.
Forever ago, a group of us climbed up to Arapahoe Glacier in Colorado. It was a long and tiring day. The sun had started to set before we headed down the mountain; many of the men went literally whooping and tearing down to the bottom; some of us were zig-zagging with the trail. At one point we were widely separated. I remember looking about to see where everyone was, and I could always catch a glimpse of my now-husband paused in the half-light, looking back up the mountain; he was like the unobtrusive guide, making sure the rest of us were safe and making it down.
That quality was often borne out over the years. One of my favorite stories is this:
A woman from Social Services called one day, and I happened to be home from work. She said they had an abused babby who was just being released from the hospital, and they had no family with which to place her. In the end, I told her to bring her over. She arrived swathed in a towel; no clothes, no diapers, no nuttin'.
When Steve got home, I explained it all to him, and he picked up this spikey-haired 5-month old Ute darling, stuck her on his hip, and said, "What's next?"
Maybe men could put up signs: WILL SHARE NEST-SITTING.
October 1, 2009 4:58 PM | Reply | Permalink
Here is a quote from Donals' link to The Territrial Imperative piece (Gilliard doesn't think so highly of the New Guineans):
'The bowerbird is a zoological group with a few species in Australia but its greatest flowering in New Guinea, where Gilliard has done most of his work. Why New [67] Guinea should be the home of the world's nonhuman cultural champions, while on that lavish island the human species has restrained its own cultural accomplishments to such unremarkable activities as the collection like postal issues of other people's heads, must be written down, I presume, as an embarrassing evolutionary joke. But that New Guinea has presented us with the animal Acropolis none can dispute. Nor are the cultural wonders confined to birds who build playhouses.'
October 1, 2009 4:45 PM | Reply | Permalink
This is GREAT Wendy. There is truth here. BUT YOU STILL HAVE ME LAUGHING. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
I shall ponder this further.
My nest does not look so good today. But I am cleaning it up for a visit from my son. hahahahaa
No matter what I do though, it shall entice no women. hahahahahah
October 1, 2009 6:46 PM | Reply | Permalink
I wish you a wonderfl son-visit, dick. Glad you're cleaning your rat-hole; now if you would only cook something yummy...
October 1, 2009 7:45 PM | Reply | Permalink
One ornithologist crossed a jackdaw and a bowerbird to breed the jackbauerbird. It builds a beautiful hut, entices other species inside, then tortures them until they confess to something.
October 1, 2009 6:53 PM | Reply | Permalink
You are dark, Donal, very dark. As well as agreeably wry. As a bird that would make you a.....????
Your choice.
October 1, 2009 7:24 PM | Reply | Permalink
It would make him a Vulture, wouldn't it?
p.s. I loved your husbands-as-birds.
October 1, 2009 7:47 PM | Reply | Permalink
Oh, Christ in a canoe! You got me cryin' laughin'!
October 1, 2009 7:43 PM | Reply | Permalink
That is ornothogically monikered as thus:
DICKUS CHENIUS AVIUS
October 1, 2009 7:45 PM | Reply | Permalink
And: Rumsfeldus evilus; habitat: Washington D.C., Gitmo.
October 1, 2009 7:49 PM | Reply | Permalink