Laura Erickson's For the Birds

Friday, April 13, 2007

More Brilliance from the Eneagled Stephen Colbert



As the "Dr. Ruth of Ornithology" I of course am still yearning to explain to Stephen how to tell young Stephen Jr. the facts of life so the poor eagle won't have to pick it up on the streets. How did I get named the Dr. Ruth of Ornithology? First, once a reference librarian from a small library called me to ask, for one of the people calling her, how birds "do it." So I explained it in some detail, and also referred her to my book, Sharing the Wonder of Birds with Kids. I also explained in on Salon TableTalk once:

OK. Equipment on male birds: two testes, both internal (so avian sperm must be able to survive at very high temperatures, and they don't need to worry about their fertility if they jump on a bicycle now and then) that lead through the vas deferens to a chamber called the cloaca. The cloaca is sort of the vestibule entry into the whole house, with those two hallways to the testes, the ureters leading to the kidneys, and the large intestine. So it's very important for birds to poop before having sex, to clear out the vestibule before company arrives, so to speak, but since birds can poop at the drop of a hat (meaning on your head the moment your hat falls off) this does not represent any hardship.

Equipment on female birds: They have only one functional ovary (if they had two, and managed to ovulate through both, they'd end up with scrambled eggs inside), which is connected to the cloaca via the oviduct. During the nesting season, female birds usually ovulate about once a day. The ovary looks quite a bit like a teenie tiny cluster of grapes, only a couple of grapes are double the size of the rest, and one is HUGE. That is actually the whole yolk of the next egg to be ovulated. So the birds are feeling romantic -- maybe they're cranes and have been singin' and dancin' in the rain, maybe they're red red robins who've been bob-bob-bobbin' along -- and now the moment arrives! He flutters his wings in eager anticipation, and this time she doesn't flitter off saying she has a headache -- she actually flutters her wings back at him! So he hops aboard her back, and she's twisted her tail a bit to get the bottom to face the side, and he twists his tail to get the bottom to face the side, and their two cloacas meet in what ornithologists romantically call the "cloacal kiss." And a packet of sperm from him passes over into her cloaca. Then he flies off, she remains where she's sitting for a bit, and they each pull out a tiny little cigarette.

The sperm swim, as sperm are wont to do, and head up her oviduct. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, she's ovulated one yolk that morning, which is in the high reaches of the oviduct. One lucky sperm wins the race, and the rest go over into the pool hall and shoot a few rounds, hoping they'll have better luck the next day, and they sometimes do, because as I noted, they can survive warm body temperatures. As the fertilized egg works its way down the oviduct, the cells secrete the proteins that make up the albumen, and then secrete the calcium that will form the shell. And eventually, usually by early the next morning, the egg has reached the vestibule, which makes the female bird very uncomfortable and she heads for a nest (if her own isn't built, she'll take any port in the storm) and dumps that egg out. And it eventually hatches into another bird who will one day ask his parents to tell him where he came from, and they'll say, "The stork brought you," or "Toledo," depending on how much of a sense of humor they have.



The Leigh Yawkey Woodson Museum referred to me as "The Dr. Ruth of Ornithology" in their promotion materials when I had a speaking engagement there in 2004. So, Stephen, how about it?

5 comments :

  1. There were some great laugh-out-loud moments there. I love that Colbert! Also, your write-up was great too!

    PS - I think I saw Birdchick's hair peeking over someone's shoulder during that first scene.

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  2. I was SOOOOOOOO jealous that Birdchick got to be there! But she did put in a good word for me...now I just have to figure out what to try next in my quest to meet Stephen Colbert.

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  3. That was very, very funny! And chickens can be quite a handful. Last weekend, I hid a rubber duck in our barn. I thought it would be funny to stick it on some eggs, as though it were incubating. A hen found it before my daughter did, and started incubating. She fought hard for her rubber ducky. I felt rather bad about it, and I'll never hide another one out there.

    At least not on eggs.

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  4. Thought this might interest you... there's a campaign to "Google Bomb" the term "Greatest Living American" for Stephen Colbert. You can check out info here http://www.seomoz.org/blog/stephen-colbert-the-greatest-living-american-a-googlebombing-campaign

    Note: Google Bombing is when enough people link to a site with the same phrase; Google picks up that phrase of keywords and associates it with that site. Colbert always makes me laugh!

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  5. Thanks, birdfreak! Tragically, I'm not enrolled on that website, but I certainly was happy to make a post about Stephen Colbert as the Greatest Living American.

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