Book Review of the Day

I’ve written a negative review or two in my day, but I can’t remember ever cutting as deep as does Johann Georg Wagler in his assessment of Juan Ignacio Molina’s Essay on the Natural History of Chile. Difficult as Wagler had found it to work with John Latham’s catalogues,

how much more annoying was it when I attempted to identify the species of each bird by the descriptions taken from Molina’s book, which was cobbled together as a torture for every scholar of ornithology.

It’s remarkably poor form to respond to a review, but I bet poor Molina, then 87 years old, was tempted. I would have been.

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When Will It Ever End?

Epiphanii Physiologus, Peter van der Borcht

Lunacy has no expiration date, especially when it comes to Crazy Animal Stories. Even so, I was astounded and delighted the other day when Suzie pointed out that the old — I mean really old — story of the eagle’s rebirth and renewal is still floating around in the new age ether.

It’s easy enough to round up some of the earliest attestations of the tale — Psalm 103 springs to mind — but I’ve started to wonder something else. As widespread and persistent as it was (is!) in the literature of allegoresis, how long did this story survive (minus its moralizing explication) in the scientific tradition?

Belon, Book II, aigle

In 1555, Pierre Belon was still repeating it in his discussion of the “naturel” of the golden eagle:

one has observed that this eagle has a long lifespan, and that when it grows old, its beak lengthens so much that it is so hooked that it keeps the bird from eating, and so it dies from that, not of an illness or its extreme old age, but from not being able to use its beak any more, which has grown so excessively.

Gesner, eagle, image page 196

That same year, Conrad Gesner, too, reported the eagle’s nail care, without himself endorsing the notion of renewal.

Some say that the herodius [a type of eagle] and other raptorial birds sharpen their talons and overgrown bill by grinding them against a rock when they have grown too dull to take prey. And this has been seen to be true.

Ulisse Aldrovandi, author of the most thorough early modern books about eagles, likewise appears to accept that the eagle hones its own bill and claws.

“The eagle,” Aldrovandi says, “is afflicted by very few diseases,”

chief among them dullness of vision, loss of feathers, and excessive curvature of the beak, which in old age can prevent feeding.

Aldrovandi, like Gesner and Belon, rejects the idea that simply whetting the overgrown bill to a useable state leads to any supernatural rejuvenation.

As late as the early 1650s, Johannes Jonston, much of whose Natural History was copied from Aldrovandi, was still telling the story without any indication that it might, just might, be a fiction.

As far as I know, the first clear rejection of the story of the eagle’s filing its beak and nails is that in Willughby and Ray’s Ornithologiae libri tres, published in 1676 and then, two years later, in English translation.

 There are many things delivered by the Ancients and Moderns concerning the nature and conditions of the Eagle in general; [some of] which are false… [as] I take the following to be…. 10. That in extreme old age, when their Beaks by reason of their driness are grown so crooked that they cannot feed, they sustain themselves for some time by drinking…. 12. That she hath an extaordinary care of her Talons…. if by chance they be blunted, she sharpens them with her Bill, or whets them upon stones, to render them fitter for preying.

Willughby and Ray, golden eagle

Nearly a hundred years later, Nobleville and Salerne would identify the same stories as definitively false.

The myth of the eagle’s renewal has a second part, though. Aldrovandi recounts it this way:

When the eagle is weighed down by old age, it flies as high above the clouds as it can; then the dullness and dimness of its eyes are consumed by the heat of the sun. Quickly then, with the fervor inspired in it by that same heat, it dives three times into the coldest waters; when it emerges, it returns straightaway to the nest, where its chicks have reached the age that they can hunt. As if seized by some fever, among the chicks it drops its feathers in a sweat. Until it has recovered all its feathers and down, it is fed and cared for tenderly by its young.

While the myth of the eagle and its bill strop survived into the mid-seventeenth century, this second portion of the story was dead in the scholarly water a hundred years before. Gesner offers an entirely different, entirely prosaic reason for the bird’s apparent “renewal”:

hardly any explanation for this change seems as likely as that it should be understood as the molt of the feathers. For birds that have molted, which is most readily seen in birds of prey such as eagles and hawks, seem to be renewed in a certain sense.

Aldrovandi agreed, and he took Gesner’s passage over almost verbatim into his own ornithology. In this, both stand in a tradition that reaches back to at least the thirteenth century and Albertus Magnus. Albert relates the story as told by Jorach (elsewhere, Albert says that this source “often lies”) and Adelinus (presumably the author of the Liber monstrorum), but he adds that

I have not witnessed this…. I can say nothing about this but that nature harbors many things miraculous. But what I have observed in two eagles here in our country does not confirm what they say: for those two birds were captives and molted in the same way as other raptorial birds.

Science abandoned this story early. But it survived, of course, in texts of other sorts. In the emblematic literature, for example, it supplied the pictura in emblems of baptism, penitence, and steadfastness in the face of hardship; I assume, too, that it continued to be passed along in sermons and exegetical writings, whence it trickled its way down over the centuries to the self-help section of your local Barnes and Noble.

Just one more piece of evidence proving that we as a culture aren’t quite as grown up as we like to think sometimes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hostile Birds

Otto Kleinschmidt

Otto Kleinschmidt seems to have been decidedly a my-country-right-or-wrong kind of guy, an attitude that inevitably and continually put him on the wrong side of history over a long lifetime that included both world wars and the foundation of the German Democratic Republic.

Kleinschmidt, founder of the notion of the Formenkreis, no doubt harbored some genuinely intellectual objections to the Darwinism of his day — but by 1915, he had largely abandoned argument in favor of nationalistic name-calling.

Now just why is Darwin’s work scientifically inferior?… Considered critically, the book’s treatment of evidence recalls the war bulletins of the British and the French, in which small advantages are puffed up while large failures are understated or even entirely suppressed…. The sturdy stability of German scientific effort, which keeps its feet on solid ground, is entirely foreign to this book.

And he never let up. Even in naming newly recognized forms, Kleinschmidt’s animus comes through loud and clear.

Six barn owls from England … show a tarsus length varying between low extreme values. I shall name the English form hostilis.

America wouldn’t enter the war for another two years, but we came in for some subtle needling, too:

The cautious Americans have called their house sparrow Passer domesticus…. In any event, the English house sparrow is separable [from that of Germany] and probably identical with the American bird…. I shall name both hostilis…. the small size of American specimens is not evidence of rapid adaptability, but rather proof of the persistence of racial characteristics, as determined by von Virchow, as the American house sparrow probably originated principally from England.

House Sparrow

Just in case the reader misses his point, Kleinschmidt adds that

the hostile barn owl and the hostile sparrow will certainly have a hostile reception, that is to say, rejection, in their home range. We don’t care, because we have not described and named them for the benefit of British ornithologists, but for the benefit of the thoroughness of German science.

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Other People’s Bird Books: The Hendersons of Press

Thomas Henderson of Press, Wilson 1825

Thanks to the great generosity of our friend Judy, we are the trustees of eight volumes of Alexander Wilson‘s American Ornithology.

Wilson 1825

 

The first volume is dated 1808, but thanks to the bibliographic scholarship of Walter Faxon, we know that the this set in fact represents the “Ord reprint” 1824, plus the Supplement (Volume Nine) of 1825, which contains the first complete biography of the Father of American Ornithology.

All of the volumes are adorned with the bookplate of one Thomas Henderson of Press Castle. Thomas came from an Edinburgh banking family, and held the position of land tax commissioner in the 1830s; he seems to have devoted much of his attention to matters horticultural, and at one point supported a scheme for the “speedy increase” of beekeeping in Scotland.

Henderson married Elizabeth Mack on September 14, 1830. (And was obviously very forgiving of her severely malformed arms and hands.)

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Their son, Alexander Henderson (1831-1913), emigrated to eastern Canada in 1855, where he became a professional photographer. His equipment spent the forty years after Alexander’s death in a basement, until in the early 1950s

his grandson Thomas Greenshields Henderson, the only surviving descendant, spent a day carrying the boxes of negatives to the alley for the garbage collectors.

Happily for us, Wilson’s volumes did not share the same fate.

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Get A Load o’This!

Magee Marsh boardwalk

One of the biggest things about the Biggest Week is getting to run into old friends and new at every turn. Among many others, it was fun to get to see our Nebraska friend Phil, with whom I’d last birded in Arizona last summer.

Not much of a coincidence, of course, running into a birder at a birding site like Magee Marsh — but get this.

A few days ago, as we drove across Minnesota, I saw a red-winged blackbird perched on the back of a white-tailed deer. That struck me then, and strikes me now, as an unusual sight, and I asked whether anyone else had witnessed such a thing.

In response, an e-mail from Phil.

I saw your blog about a RWBB on the back of a [deer]…. Anyway, I have never seen this………until this year at Magee Marsh. When walking the boardwalk by the Maumee Bay Hotel, I saw a RWBB on the back of a deer. Got a photo of it just as it was taking off. Interesting that all the combined years that we have been birding that we would both have this first time experience at the same time. I assume that this might be somewhat regular behavior.

PHOTO BY PHIL SWANSON magee marsh, may 2015

Photograph: Phil Swanson

Astonishing. Thanks, Phil!

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