Planet Rothschildi

Hey, Ashburnham!

Of course, no more formal observations, but . . .
It’s ‘cusp time,’ readers; and here below is a style of report that will help pet-bird owners to understand the yearly cycle:


the weather: figs are on (and S.E. is too ill to eat any!). Otherwise, this is the tail end of The Big Jump; and if this hadn’t been a benevolent season, guys, this would be an ugly moment. (Three years ago, during The Long Hard Summer, the figs failed outright, and I saw a wild bird try to eat a leaf of the tree.) Magnificent sunny autumn weather, though. As always, a bit more food around than S.E. tends to estimate: dried seeds and ‘absolute-ground level’ pickings. Autumn rains could arrive any time now: a week, a fortnight. It’ll pour for days; fresh pick will burst forth.

Felicity Emu: female, house-clearing is her home turf. Presently absent, but ‘in orbit.’ We hope – she’s five this winter – that she finds a consort that ‘sticks,’ and breeds this year. Felix was here, briefly, about a month ago.

Eric the Emu: male. Here until recently with the 2012-winter clutch (Alpha and Omega). Has decamped – and that’s because the house-clearing isn’t his home turf. It is a major pasture for him, but he breeds elsewhere. (This data isn’t rock solid. I saw Eric and Mrs. Eric mate here in autumn last year. But Eric is away during winter, and ‘turns up’ here with clutches.)

Alpha Chick: Alpha hung out here for a couple of days after my query about feeding him. I fed him. Then he decamped. I unhesitatingly accepted a knowledgeable breeder’s insight that he was a bit young to go it alone, and should therefore be fed. Gee though but . . . he’s a fast sassy aggressive unit. Drove Felicity up the wall. We hold no fears for Alpha. Let’s hope that these chicks pass through in the next year. They’d be yearlings, but their tameness should make them identifiable. They were not ‘tamed’; but became ‘auto-tame.’

Greedy: female. Also expected here anytime now: this is her home turf (she’s Felicity’s sister). She bred for the first time last year (age four). I am confident she’ll turn up with a consort. Long-time readers will recall S.E.’s breathless excitement over the struggle for control here last spring. Felicity had it over Greedy. Eric knocked Felicity’s crown off. F. and G. haven’t squared off since then.

Now, this remains a pivotal issue. S.E. wonders whether the ‘hot’ reality of this pasture has kept Felicity from mating. Pecking-order resolution of birds like this – one alpha and one double-alpha – lasts three seconds, and decides the dynamic of the clearing here for the entire winter. (Greedy lost out year through illness.)

Fig Tree: the early bird gets the fig. A single bird has been gorging himself for several days. It’s just an odd moment in the cycle. He’s here; the house-clearing birds are not. His blessing looks 100% exactly like vitamised figs – bright green!

Wild birds: S.E. was walking quietly in the autumn sunshine down beyond the corridor. On the ‘boundary’ between ‘the house side’ of the property, and the ‘starvation backblock,’ there is a dam. (We’ve been there.) It’s ‘set down’ a little.
Well, guys!! In five years, I’ve only ever once seen wild birds drinking. But, as I came up over the dam’s bank, I saw a head, then a bird, then a second bird. They stood for perhaps two seconds before they bolted. Lovely birds: dark, good suit of feathers, certainly a breeding-pair.

Forthcoming Months: readers, this will be my sixth winter here. I have ‘retired’ from formal observation; but – thanks to the help of readers – I bring to this mating-season far far more knowledge than I did last year. Reports will be irregular. (Ashburnham is cunning. He knows I’ll write if asked.) Wild birds will throng the fig tree soon. We have a very good chance that Felicity or Greedy (or both?) will ‘pin their consort down’ on a nest close by.

[Got photos, but the system has refused for days to upload them.]

Supreme Emu
 
Wa ha ha. We’re gonna need a All Other Stuff Australian Thread.

Just yesterday, I saw a ‘bobtail’ (prehistoric lookin’ lizard with a sawn-off tail – ‘bobbed’ tail) eating a tamarillo, and I have seen them eating zucchini flowers.

S.E.
 
[No! S.E., you can’t go observing! Please! Just a little bit?? Okay . . . just a little bit.]

New term: ‘shmooze’:

suppose a bunch of high-school kids were walking a couple of miles on an outing. They’d be strung out over some distance, walking in groups. These groups would have ‘cores’ of kids with allegiances and alliances. At the same time, there’d be kids and groups interacting – ‘shmoozing’ is the word the evolutionary psychologist Pinker uses. These points of contact would be where alliances would be forming and failing.

Okay, in the case of emus, it’s breeding-pairs, and males with clutches – there’s biological kinship there, touchstone genetic stuff.
Next is a group like the one that I recall Greedy had last year. She had Boy Emu, her primary consort. She ‘had’ a second male, and there was a yearling trailing along. The nature of this formation was evident if you observed it at length: G. and B.E. were together 95% of the time; but the other two came and went.


Beyond that is what I saw this morning – first time this season; I’ve been watching for it. A ‘shmooze’ of wild birds crossed the south side of the clearing. At least three birds. One male. One female.

Why a schmooze? Well, a la the high-school kids, I guess that these mobile groups are (often at this time of year) neither ‘flocks’ (or another word I’ve been using, ‘phalanx’) nor a 100% random number of birds just at the same place at the same time.

They are not a ‘gelled’ unit. They are not random. They are in between.

The Early Bird, on the north side of the house-clearing, didn’t even stop grazing
(and did those passing birds know those Yummy figs were sixty yards away? That would tell us something about the ‘pull’ of mating-season over food. I noted that, when Felicity was recently leaning at length on Eric’s dream, that she simply can’t have been grazing extensively each day. That means that she was making an evolutionary investment in trying to secure her place here.).



So, flocks shmooze, and shmoozes flock; and

. . . do any of you guys ever see your emus interacting with flying birds or critters -- 'vigilance network' stuff, or the like?

S.E.
 
[No! S.E., you can’t go observing! Please! Just a little bit?? Okay . . . just a little bit.]

New term: ‘shmooze’:

suppose a bunch of high-school kids were walking a couple of miles on an outing. They’d be strung out over some distance, walking in groups. These groups would have ‘cores’ of kids with allegiances and alliances. At the same time, there’d be kids and groups interacting – ‘shmoozing’ is the word the evolutionary psychologist Pinker uses. These points of contact would be where alliances would be forming and failing.

Okay, in the case of emus, it’s breeding-pairs, and males with clutches – there’s biological kinship there, touchstone genetic stuff.
Next is a group like the one that I recall Greedy had last year. She had Boy Emu, her primary consort. She ‘had’ a second male, and there was a yearling trailing along. The nature of this formation was evident if you observed it at length: G. and B.E. were together 95% of the time; but the other two came and went.


Beyond that is what I saw this morning – first time this season; I’ve been watching for it. A ‘shmooze’ of wild birds crossed the south side of the clearing. At least three birds. One male. One female.

Why a schmooze? Well, a la the high-school kids, I guess that these mobile groups are (often at this time of year) neither ‘flocks’ (or another word I’ve been using, ‘phalanx’) nor a 100% random number of birds just at the same place at the same time.

They are not a ‘gelled’ unit. They are not random. They are in between.

The Early Bird, on the north side of the house-clearing, didn’t even stop grazing
(and did those passing birds know those Yummy figs were sixty yards away? That would tell us something about the ‘pull’ of mating-season over food. I noted that, when Felicity was recently leaning at length on Eric’s dream, that she simply can’t have been grazing extensively each day. That means that she was making an evolutionary investment in trying to secure her place here.).



So, flocks shmooze, and shmoozes flock; and

. . . do any of you guys ever see your emus interacting with flying birds or critters -- 'vigilance network' stuff, or the like?

S.E.

Mine try to grab small birds in flight...


I have noticed that when they bed down for the night that Dorian is always the last to lay down.. he "patrols" the area for lack of a better term.. stands there on alert.. heading to the highest ground when he hears or sees something "off". Then alerts the others if he sees something that is out of place.
But Rose is the one who is the first to try to attack any invader to her territory
 
Morning, Yinepu!

This is a topic that gives us common ground for observation. I’ve been hoping for some time to get this going:

# Felicity goes to bed later than Eric Plus, and gets up earlier.

# I’ve noticed, Yinepu, that the members of different breeding-pairs take different roles. In ‘Greedy-Boy Emu,’ it was Greedy (female) who wore the pants. In Speckles-Sarah, it was Speckles (male). In Eric-Mrs. Eric, it was Eric (male).

# Dorian moves to high ground?? Hmmmm . . . so he’s actively monitoring his environment for some distance.

# S.E. notes that various emus are grumble bums, and chase other life-forms in their space. I once watched with my mouth hanging open in amazement while Greedy pursued a fox over about sixty or eighty yards. When G. and F. were younger, they’d come for quite long walks with dad (but not any more). One day, S.E. and Greedy were down the back, and S.E. watched with his mouth hanging open while Greedy chased a fox for about sixty or eighty yards. I kid you not, readers, the only thing on that fox’s mind was getting Greedy off its case! I’ve seen her have a crack at a roo, and I’ve seen them ‘rush’ ground-feeding birds on a number of occasions. (Perhaps they're jealous.)

Any one else want to contribute? Does anyone notice interaction between their emus and flying birds?

S.E.
 
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I also noticed that when Paco was attacked by the dogs the other emus stayed extremely close to him for the next several days.. they would groom him as well (but were not pecking at the bloody wounds for some reason.. thank goodness).
However once he was attacked he "fell" in the group dynamic.. it used to be pretty even between him and Dorian for Rose's affections with Beau being treated as more of a big chick than a potential mate... But once Paco was attacked by the dogs he "fell in favor" with Rose in very visual ways.. Beau moved up to take his previous spot.. and it seems that Dorian became MORE favored in Rose's attention. They started walking together much more and laying down together much more.. leaving Paco alone to heal. Now that he HAS healed he is still the "low bird on the totem pole" so to speak. Not really an outcast.. but is being treated as if he is a "weak bird" in their view of him ... He also strays from the group more and more.. as if he feels the drop in social status.
It is too early for them to pair off.. but I have to wonder if this is sort of a prelude as to what i can expect this fall.

Paco has lost any love he had for dogs as well (which is understandable). I have seen him challenge our Livestock Dog even when he was still healing.. which is something he had never done before (but Rose has done on many occasions). they still allow her into their pasture.. but will challenge her if she goes to walk past them or goes to get a drink. They almost treat her as if she is a traitor.. even though she was in the house when the attack happened (she's old and has arthritis.. so I bring her in during cold weather until our younger livestock dog has finished her training)
 
Morning, Yinepu. It is a high-quality datum!!

So, we have observations of birds changing their place in the pecking-order both in the wild and captive states!

And do ‘lower’ birds wander away? Live peripherally? It’s what I see.

I recently swapped some p.m.’s with another BYC aficionado. I suggested keeping a journal of birds’ behaviour, to really get in touch with detail.

Sadly, Planet Rothschildi is just gonna sputter along. (Off to Perth to specialists tomorrow. Hope springs eternal.) However – and I have hoped for this all along – if it becomes a venue for two-way interaction, that would be a fine thing. It would be as cool as a moose to have a string of observations of the mating-season behaviour of your birds – Planet Yinepu!

Most interesting to me is your note on grooming.

I have yet to see a single instance of grooming.

Is it that I just haven’t seen it? Could it be that it’s something that has developed in your birds’ community? (Birds that groom together could deal with ticks easy peasy! Death to ticks!!)

There are lots of fascinating ‘spin-offs’ here. For example, I related the one and only observation of a pair co-operating in a power struggle. Think about it, guys: the entire emu-world landscape would change overnight if we put something in the drinking water that made breeding-pairs co-operate in fights. Any breeding-pair could whup Eric, say, if they closely co-operated.

S.E.
 
Mating-Season:

# cool and overcast
# Felicity is booming at night and at dawn
# Much less hungry
# booms as she walks around during the day, though just in dribs and drabs
# just a little ruff-raising
# doesn’t squabble with the wild bird scoffing figs fifty feet away


What do you think?:

The number of booms in a ‘string’ is some indicator of a female’s status. In other life-forms, the bass call of males indicates power because bigger lungs equals bigger life-form (humans included). I have heard strings of 18 booms. Once only, 20. Usually 12 to 14. Felicity manages only about 7 to 10. (Though her past behaviour shows she is an alpha bird. It’s just weird that she is around two double-alphas.)

S.E.
 
Morning, Yinepu. It is a high-quality datum!!

So, we have observations of birds changing their place in the pecking-order both in the wild and captive states!

And do ‘lower’ birds wander away? Live peripherally? It’s what I see.

I recently swapped some p.m.’s with another BYC aficionado. I suggested keeping a journal of birds’ behaviour, to really get in touch with detail.

Sadly, Planet Rothschildi is just gonna sputter along. (Off to Perth to specialists tomorrow. Hope springs eternal.) However – and I have hoped for this all along – if it becomes a venue for two-way interaction, that would be a fine thing. It would be as cool as a moose to have a string of observations of the mating-season behaviour of your birds – Planet Yinepu!

Most interesting to me is your note on grooming.

I have yet to see a single instance of grooming.

Is it that I just haven’t seen it? Could it be that it’s something that has developed in your birds’ community? (Birds that groom together could deal with ticks easy peasy! Death to ticks!!)

There are lots of fascinating ‘spin-offs’ here. For example, I related the one and only observation of a pair co-operating in a power struggle. Think about it, guys: the entire emu-world landscape would change overnight if we put something in the drinking water that made breeding-pairs co-operate in fights. Any breeding-pair could whup Eric, say, if they closely co-operated.

S.E.

I have noticed that the birds that are lowest on the pecking order do seem to spend more time alone... Just this morning I had to go hunt for Paco when it was feeding time.. he was off by himself again but came running when he saw the feed bucket. The others were already stuffing their beaks with breakfast by the time he got there.

As for the grooming.. mine have always groomed each other.. even as chicks
at one point in time the older three were out of the "baby coop and pen" with all the younger birds locked up because they were so small they would go through the older bird's field fence. The older birds would sleep near the coop to be closer to the babies. When the babies did finally move out to the bigger birds enclosure the older birds made sure to groom each of the young ones.almost like it was a ritual to form "family bonds". I never thought twice about it until now because it was always something they had done.
 

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