Morning, readers. Hmmm . . .
firstly, please bombard me with questions and answers. I have no idea what I’m doing here.
Let’s sort of ignore Boy Emu, quietly sitting there on Day Two of sixty days. I checked this morning. The only report that I can possibly make is that (a) he’s there, and (b) his head moves every so often. We don’t even know yet if he has egg(s) under him.
Speaking of eggs, Greedy isn’t here this morning. How interesting! I’ve posted a request for information about the relationships between individual matings and the laying of fertile eggs.
Let’s get tekklikal for a minute. The scenarios are:
One: one mating equals one or several fertilised egg(s). That first egg(s) is very likely to be produced by the female and the ‘primary male.’ Then . . . the female returns to the nest/nesting male, mates again with the primary male on the spot, goes off, and comes back a day or so later, and lays another egg(s) at the nest – literally straight onto the pile! Within this scenario we have the variables of ‘one copulation equals one fertilised egg’ and ‘one copulation equals several fertilised eggs.’
Two: as above, until the first egg is laid and sat upon, then the female goes off and mates with ‘secondary males,’ and returns to the obliging nesting male, and adds eggs to the nest. Note that the variables are the same here as for One above: one c. = one egg, and one c. = several eggs.
Three: a combination of One and Two: the initial mating(s) initiate the hatching-phase, as above. Then, the female mates with both the primary male (necessarily at the nest) and secondary males. etc, etc.
Let’s leave the technical stuff there for this morning.
A Day in The Minds of Various Emus
An existentialist skit by Supreme Emu
Boy Emu (thinks): ‘What was it that William James wrote about a nestful of eggs? ‘ . . . that utterly fascinating and precious and never-to-be-too-much-sat-upon object . . . ‘? My sentiments exactly! Yay, go, me!! Oh look – an insect in front of my nose. Might as well watch it. Not much else going on. I wonder what the guys down at the corridor are doing. Wish I had a Twinkie.’
Greedy Emu (thinks): ‘Okay, so far, so good: got Male Number One tied down. A dab of ChanElMU Number Five behind my ears, and off to beat up on some unoffending females, and mate with their partners. Nice day for it!!’
Felicity Emu (thinks): ‘Say what? I’ve been back two days. That idiot brother-in-law of mine has gone from chasing me manically around the house-clearing, to sitting manically on an egg on the ground up an absolutely-and-entirely featureless aisle of gum trees. My bossy sister has gone -- can’t stay gone too long, as far as I’m concerned. I got yummy wheat and berries for breakfast, and I can graze all day here in the sunshine – and did you see the size of that egg that that girl emu laid on that Youtube clip!! Nah . . . I think I’ll stay a spinster.’
Edited by Tame Emu Guy - 7/9/12 at 5:42pm