Monthly Archives: May 2011

Toadflax Brocade

Calophasia lunula - Toadflax Brocade - Hodges#10177

Goodness, is it really that late already? Just a quickie this evening, then. Still working on computer issues…

I discovered this guy on the weekend while browsing my garden. The lilac is one that I dug from the house I grew up in, before my parents moved out a couple of years ago. It didn’t put out any blossoms that spring, probably just trying to recover from suddenly finding itself independent, its sucker root back to the main plant now severed. It settled in well to its new location, and last year it put out half a dozen blooms. This year it’s feeling even better, with double that number. I almost feel bad that in a year or two it’s going to be dug up and moved again, just when it’s really getting comfortable; but Dan and I hope to buy our own place in the next few years, and my garden plants, including this childhood lilac, will be coming with me.

So I was peering closely at the blossoms, both to admire them and to inhale that beautiful lilac scent, when I noticed this moth hidden among the flowers. This is a Toadflax Brocade, Calophasia lunula. I haven’t seen one yet this year, so it was a pleasant surprise. They’re easily recognizable by their small size and tented shape, and the small white crescent set in the buffy wing. They’re not a native species to here. They were first introduced in 1962 in Belleville, Ontario, which is not that far from here. Several subsequent releases through the 60s and onward have established their populations across much of the continent. They were brought over with the intention of acting as a biocontrol for Yellow Toadflax aka Butter-and-eggs, that ubiquitous roadside wildflower which is also non-native. Studies have shown that the caterpillars will defoliate about 20% of plants, but that’s not really enough to do much for population control. Ah well. They tried.

Sunday Snapshots: Work and play

I’ve been struggling with some particularly debilitating computer malware I unfortunately caught on Thursday – it ultimately required a full reformat of my C drive. Just when I was getting back into the swing of things! More words tomorrow. (I know, I keep promising that. But I mean it this time.)

Family portrait

Work: loosely defined as anything to do with obeying a command. In this case, “stay”. Because I want to pose a self-portrait …

Jack and Raven

… or because I need a scale reference or a point of interest. (Jack’s opinion of work is clearly the same as mine.)

Jack and Raven

But once the work’s done, there’s plenty of time for play.

Jack and Raven

Jack and Raven

Jack and Raven

Jack

Bee fly behaviour

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I discovered this bee fly hovering along the side board of my raised garden bed a couple of days ago. It’s a Greater Bee Fly, Bombylius major, as told from the plump, furry golden body and the wings with dark fore-halves. I found the observation interesting for two reasons. First was simply the timing. The BugGuide page for B. major notes that the species can be found “from March to May (most common in April)”. Well, here we are at the end of May; it seems a little late for these guys to still be about. In fact, in thinking back on it I’m pretty sure that all of my previous encounters had been early spring. This is probably the latest I’ve seen the species by a few weeks.

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The second was what the fly was doing. While the adults use that long proboscis to sip at nectar, the larvae are parasitic on the larvae of mining bees. I knew this, so I found it puzzling to watch the fly doing what appeared to my unaided eye to be laying eggs. It would hover in front of the board for just a moment and then land for a few seconds, pressing its abdomen against the board repeatedly while it hung there; can you see that yellow bit at the end of its abdomen, against the board? As I leaned over, peering at it while it did its thing, that little bit of light colour caught my eye so I could observe how the abdomen was being moved. Then it would pop up again, move over an inch or two, land and press its abdomen to the board again.

If it wasn’t laying eggs, I don’t know what it was doing. But why would it have been laying eggs on the boards of my raised bed? I don’t know if the flies lay their eggs directly on the host, or if they lay them in the ground or on a surface and let their maggots find the hosts; perhaps if the latter, it was doing that?

I find behaviour one of the most fascinating aspects of nature (alongside web-of-life level ecological connections), but it’s also one of the hardest to get answers for, especially since you can’t just ask the organism, “why are you doing that?” Anybody want to offer a hypothesis on this guy (gal)?

Signs of age

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During the process of bird banding, several bits of data are collected on each bird captured and banded. Species is recorded, of course, and measurements are taken on how much fat it’s carrying and the length of the wing. Sex is noted, if possible. And the age. Ageing birds has always been my favourite part of the banding process; I find it fascinating that it’s possible at all to determine how old a bird is. Not only is it possible, it’s actually not all that hard.

The theory of ageing birds is based on molt patterns. Many birders are familiar with the concept of graduated plumage from gulls and eagles, but passerines (songbirds) can and do show a type of graduated plumage, too. For most species of birds, the end-of-summer molt undertaken by a young-of-the-year bird will be different than that for an adult, an individual that was a parent that summer. Young birds grew a full set of feathers while in the nest, of course. Feathers are very energetically costly to grow, so if the bird can avoid having to grow a whole nother set of feathers so soon after the first set, it will. As a result, hatch-year birds will only replace a subset of their feathers during their end-of-summer molt. How many and which ones varies from species to species, but very few species will replace all of their feathers as a hatch-year bird.

The adults, on the other hand, are wearing the same feathers they’ve had since the last year’s end-of-summer molt (some might have replaced their body feathers back in the spring, but very few will also replace wing feathers in the spring). After a year of use, of being subjected to wind and sun and thick vegetation, they’re a little worse for wear. At that end-of-summer molt, the adults will replace all of their feathers. And while they replace them sequentially, the timing is close enough together that they appear to be relatively the same age.

Compare that to the feathers of the hatch-year bird. Feathers grown as a nestling tend to be poor-quality: they’re grown all at once, and very rapidly – you can guess just how energetically costly this would be. To try to minimize the costs, the feathers grown are usually slightly narrower and shorter than those grown by an adult bird, more tapered at the tips, are less richly coloured, have fewer barbs, and are weaker such that they fade and wear faster than adult feathers. The feathers replaced in the end-of-summer molt, because the bird has more time to grow them, typically look like those of adults. Even though it may only have been two to three months between when the nest feathers are grown and when the end-of-summer molt is completed, there is often a noticeable difference between feathers of the two ages. This becomes even more pronounced by spring.

The bird in the top photo replaced the topmost tertial (the tertials being the three layered feathers that line up all in a row when the wings are folded) during its end-of-summer molt last year, but not either of the two lower tertials. The difference is subtle, but visible if you know what you’re looking for. The feathers are a richer, darker brown, with richer, wider edging. There’s a little bit of wear at their edges, but that’s to be expected with feathers that are exposed all of the time, and the wear along the outer edge isn’t as great on the upper tertial as it is on the lower two. This visible difference in age, called a molt limit, tells us this bird was hatched last summer.

The bird below is the same age; it was also hatched last summer. But the reason we know this is different. For some reason, this bird has had to replace all of the tertials and some of the inner greater coverts (those shorter feathers at the top of the tertials) on its left side. This might have been a run-in with a predator, maybe a fight with another bird, perhaps feather mites or some disease like that; I don’t know. Whatever the reason, it’s had to replace these feathers independently of its usual molt – we know this because all molts, whether hatch-year or adult, occur symmetrically on both wings. These feathers are relatively fresh. Dark, broad, richly-edged, these are adult-type feathers and it’s pretty easy to see the contrast between them and the hatch-year feathers on the right wing. Having them side-by-side like this makes the differences especially apparent. You can even see how the hatch-year feathers are shorter than those of the adult.

It’s obviously a lot harder to see molt limits on live birds in the field than it is while they’re in your hand, but in a few species it might be possible to spot them on birds at your feeders, for instance. The second bird here would undoubtedly stand out. It’s kind of neat to be able to look at a bird and know its age.

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Sunday Snapshots: My world views

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Storm rolling in.

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Dawn on the Ottawa River.

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Spring green and serviceberries.

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The morning after.