I’m a fan of wrens, in general, and House Wrens, in particular.
Busy, grumpy, and brash, these little birds make a big presence in the yard.
The yard’s House Wrens are attentive and productive parents. (One little male was over-attentive, to the point of feeding nearby cardinal nestlings.) These little birds appreciate the nest boxes I make, which gives me incentive to make more nest boxes. It’s nice to feel like I’m contributing to the cycle.
Perhaps it’s just the eyestripe, but SO GRUMPY.
The House Wren cycle starts each spring, when the males show up. After a bit of territorial wrangling, a dominant male settles in and claims all the wren-sized nest boxes.
All the boxes.
The males add a touch of twig-and-duff bachelor furniture to each box, then they start singing.
Loudly.
Video of House Wren activity, from 2013. A little bit of chasing and arguing, a little bit of nest building, and a lot of singing. Loudly.
Such big songs, from such little birds.
When females arrive, the males go all out. Extra singing. Extra everything, including a high-pitched whistle almost above my hearing range.
The males dash around, showing off their boxes and bachelor furnishings, lingering at their favorite box, switching favorites in a heartbeat if the females favor a different box.
The females mutter and fuss, inspecting each location according to their own private checklist, ignoring the males’ antics. Eventually, one of the females chooses one of the boxes, and the real work of nest construction begins.
The female wrens scour the yard and pollinator beds for just the right materials, in just the right sizes. They stuff their chosen box with twigs and dry grass, moss and spider webs, muttering as they work. Scolding squirrels and photographers who venture too close. Scolding the male wrens, too, if they pop into the box for a glimpse of fresh decor.
The females haul and grumble, while the males twitter and sing.
It’s all very overt and conspicuous.
And then, on some future day, the nest wakes with its own song. A hungry song that grows louder each day.
Video clips from June, 2025, of a House Wren nest box in the yard. Clips start when the nestlings are very small, with very small voices inside the box. The final clips are from days just prior to fledging, when the nestlings have louder, harsher voices and have begun lingering in the doorway, ready to fledge.
Through it all, the male wrens sing.
Loudly.
Off for more foraging.
Which is why I surmise that the missing parent, from last June’s nest, was the male.
When I found a little House Wren body, near the nest, time had already erased its cause of death. All that remained were traces of recent life. Feathers. Stiffening limbs. Breathless silence.
The yard’s sudden silence was sad enough, without the knowledge of near-hatching eggs in the nest box.
[Look away or scroll quickly, if you don’t want to see his death photo.]
[It’s not gory. There’s no blood or open body cavities. Even so, I understand that acceptable levels of gore and/or death imagery are best judged by readers, not bloggers. It is, after all, death.]
[It’s the next photo…]
Poor little dude. Nature is unavoidably brutal.
A quick internet search yielded little information about House Wren nest success, after the death of a parent bird. (Please post in the comments, if you know where such information exists.) Anecdotes abound—stories of successful nests tended by a single parent, stories of abandoned nests, stories of new partner birds destroying eggs and chicks.
While I mulled over anecdotes, the eggs hatched. Playing out a new anecdote, the single un-singing wren hunted and foraged and flitted around the yard, shouldering the work of two.
Soon the pollinator beds were stripped of caterpillars, and the wren was dodging off into nearby yards, expanding her search grid. Further and further she commuted, with longer and longer gaps between visits to the nest.
So busy. So hungry.
As I’ve noted before, I’m a hopeless meddler. When the yard’s cycles get disrupted, I try to help.
Only the wren knows whether or not she needed help, but I was determined.
In the end, I opted for supplemental feeding in the form of meal worms.
I first offered dried meal worms (they were the easiest and least expensive option). The little wren never even glanced at my offering. Dried meal worms were not on her family menu.
My next option was live meal worms.
I struggled with empathy, as I spooned meal worms from their pet-store cups into the wren’s dish. The feeder-rack meal worms were, after all, trying to live their own best lives. Who am I, to exercise such control over living things? I have no answers, only a hierarchy of perceived need in which the wrens won that particular moment.
Meal worm empathy aside, now the wren and I were on the same page. Live meal worms, dished up just beneath the nest, were (apparently) a welcome addition to the nestlings’ diet.
Shortening the wren’s commute for food. Calories acquired, calories saved. In the yard, calories are currency.
I couldn’t afford to offer around-the clock meal worm service, nor did it seem healthy for the nestlings. I opted for two or three servings a day, each serving made up of eight or nine small-to-medium meal worms.
After the second day, the wren would see me heading for the shed and pause her work, waiting beside her dish. Not singing. Just waiting.
She’s looking at the bowl, in this photo, because she expected a serving of meal worms.
Order up!
The wren fed the meal worms to her nestlings, but not without modification. She had a routine of taking a meal worm from the bowl, smashing it violently against the tree root, then carrying the stunned worm to a nearby row of landscaping bricks, where she did more smashing and bashing, along with some selective dismemberment.
[Nature violence, in the next video, which shows the House Wren’s meal-prep routine.]
Video clips of a House Wren taking meal worms from a glass dish beneath her nest, then prepping the meal worms on nearby landscaping bricks before feeding them to her nestlings.
When the wrens fledged and followed their single un-singing parent away from the yard, I tried to gain some objectivity.
Had I really helped? (Probably not.)
Would the wrens have survived and fledged, without the meal worms? (Probably.)
How would these young wrens learn to sing, without a singing parent? (Good question. Please comment, if you know the answer.)
Of course, I’ll never know if my “help” really helped. I want to believe I helped, in no small part because I want to believe that the meal worms died for a healthy (helpful) purpose.
Hello world! I’m almost ready to fledge!
All I know, for certain, is that the nestlings fledged and followed their un-singing parent into other adventures, in other yards.
Adventures that may (or may not) be influenced by a taste for (or aversion of) meal worms.
As always, let me know if you see them.
One of the things I most looked forward to, growing up, was the idea of eating all of my favorite foods, all the time. Needless to say, adulthood hasn’t worked out the way I imagined. I wonder if the same is ever true, for birds?
A Mississippi Kite entering the yard’s airspace. (July 30, 2025)
(At least, I believe these birds were Mississippi Kites. I’m happy to be corrected, if I’ve mis-identified them. Please comment with confirmations or corrections!)
A Mississippi Kite soaring overhead. (August 4, 2025)
Profile view of a Mississippi Kite. (July 24, 2025)
The cicada-season part is important.
I had been finding cicada wings in the yard with unusual frequency, and the riddle proved easy to solve. The kites were feasting on cicadas, catching and eating their meals mid-flight.
Just soaring past with a cicada in its claws. (July 30, 2025)
Eating, but only after removing the wings.
Everything but the wings, which got dropped in the yard. (July 30, 2025)
Over and over again. Cicada feast, underway. (July 30, 2025)
The kites spent most of their time over a nearby row of pines, circling at tree-top height. I assume the cicadas were thickest there.
Another capture, another pair of cicada wings drifting to the ground. (July 30, 2025)
The crows, who favor this same row of pines for different reasons, had more than a few objections.
The bird version of a grumpy neighbor yelling “get off my lawn!” (July 30, 2025)
I admit that today, as I post these photos, I’m surprised again by the relative sizes of the birds.
I’m accustomed to hawk and falcon visitors who are significantly (or, at least, noticeably) larger than crows. Seeing these crow-sized kites in-frame with the crows themselves, I start questioning my birding skills.
Pursuit mode, engaged. (July 30, 2025)
Do I really know a crow from a raven? (The answer is, not really. I simply live in an area where crows are abundant and ravens are rare.)
Is the crow really larger than the kite? (July 30, 2025)
Do I know a falcon from a hawk? (Sadly, also no. But I’m working on it.)
These photos definitely suggest that the crow is larger than the kite. (July 30, 2025)
What I do know for certain is that the kites were faster in flight than the crows, and quicker in a turn. The wing-tip acrobatics were astonishing.
Looks like the crow has the advantage, here, doesn’t it? Sneaking up in a blind spot and closing fast. (July 30, 2025)
Nope. (July 30, 2025)
Never…
had…
a…
chance. (July 30, 2025)
Not only did the kite fly literal circles around the crow…
It held on to its cicada through the entire chase, then ate in front of the crow once it had gained enough distance.
Ready to circle back for more cicadas, while the crow was running short on fuel. (July 30, 2025)
The air show lasted about a week, a daily spectacle of cicada-wing-rain and crow chaos.
I did wonder, occasionally, if the crows had designs on stealing the kites’ catches. It seemed unlikely, as I never saw any of the kites drop any of their cicadas. I suspect the crows were simply territorial, guarding flock-mates and resting spots against invaders that were all-too-clearly birds of prey.
The light wasn’t great, on the 30th, and my camera skills were not up to the task. I ended up with a lot of grainy near-misses. (July 30, 2025)
Partially blocked by branches, but you can still see the cicada. (July 30, 2025)
The cicadas must have been extra perfect, because the kites mostly ignored all of the crow commotion. (July 30, 2025)
Just need to get the wings off, then it’s snack time!
By August 1, when the light conditions improved dramatically, the cicada feast had ended. I managed to catch a few fly-over images, but then the kites moved on.
Nicer light, but poorer hunting. (August 1, 2025)
Time to hunt cicadas somewhere else. (August 1, 2025)
The crows finally had a day off, and I quit finding cicada wings in the yard.
Maybe the kites will return, this year, and put on another show. If they do, I’ll let you know.
Mississippi Kite folder, headed for the archive. (July 24, 2025)
Alternate title: Interrupting the Mallard series for desktop-clearing updates from the yard.
The yard has always enjoyed regular Tufted Titmouse traffic, but none have stopped to nest. Until now. Photo taken April 30, 2026.
Opening exposition: Blogging while OCD
My desktop is too full for software updates. Which is just ridiculous.
During all these months (yes, going on years) of Mallard perseveration, of following OCD currents deep into the Mallard Mine, other subjects have wandered into camera-focus. Folder after folder has sprouted on my desktop, but I wanted to finish the Mallard series before posting anything else.
Except, “wanted to finish” isn’t quite accurate.
My particular OCD came with a complimentary overstock of unfinished-task discomfort, so “wanted to finish” really means “wanted to stay comfortable”. Especially in my freest of free time—my creativity and blogging time.
And yet here I sit, eight Mallard posts in and unknown Mallard posts to go, dealing with an uncomfortable case of “wanted to finish” vs. “not enough memory”.
Discomfort upgrade, unlocked.
Fortunately, our improvised Tufted Titmouse nest box stepped in with a throat-clearing opportunity.
My next several posts are Project Desktop Decongestion.
These two nestlings aptly represent my OCD quirks vying for attention at psyche’s doorway. Loud, conspicuous, and effectively blocking traffic both ways.
Inviting the Titmouse Family
I have just enough woodworking skills and resources to support a recurring nest box habit. I usually make wren boxes, because they don’t require detailed joinery work and they don’t take much wood. Plus, I like wrens and chickadees.
When a Tufted Titmouse pair made repeated visits to a wren box in our front yard, this spring, their interest sparked my interest. The wren box was too small, and the Titmice (Titmouses?) were too appealing to ignore.
I spent a morning patching together scraps of cedar and pine, trying to meet the internet’s recommended dimensions for Tufted Titmouse nest boxes. Essentially, a box at least 8″ high, with a minimum 4×4″ floor, and a 1.25″ entry hole that is 6″ above the nest box floor.
(Please pardon the odd paint job, in these photos and videos. I ran out of cedar before cutting the front and roof panels, so I used pine. But the pine wanted paint, so I painted the pine bits. Except right around the entry hole, which I left bare because I didn’t want the birds dealing with paint flecks coming off on their feathers and toes.)
When I placed the new box in the wren box location (no wrens had shown up, so the wren box was vacant), the Titmouse couple moved right in. And, despite the nest box’s improvised materials and measurements, it soon housed nestlings.
Video of the entry hole of a Tufted Titmouse nest box. (Please pardon the shaky hand-hold camera work. Maybe don’t watch too closely if you are prone to motion sickness….) Audio is the nestlings inside the box calling for attention. Video taken May 3, 2026.
The parent birds were very secretive, in their visits, and tended to stay away if I lurked in the yard with my camera. So there aren’t many photos.
A quick dash in and out, to deliver food and carry away a packet of excrement. Photo taken April 30, 2026.
After a stretch of increasing clamor and activity, we woke one morning to an empty nestbox. The family had fledged and moved on. The yard’s first Tufted Titmouse nest had come and gone, leaving me happy and wistful, as is my usual reaction to the yard’s various fledgings.
Second Chances
We noticed more activity around the box within weeks. And soon there were fresh voices calling for food.
These parents were not so secretive. They made regular visits to the box, even when we were in the yard. Occasionally, if we ventured too close to the box, they scolded from nearby trees (as you can hear at the end of the next video), but they didn’t seem to mind polite observation from zoom-distance.
Too busy feeding the nestlings to worry about paparazzi. Photo taken June 27, 2026.
I wish that I had the ear power to separate out the voices, so I could know how many nestlings were in the box. They sounded like a crowd. Disclaimer: I didn’t realize the adult bird was in the box, when I started filming. Video taken June 21, 2026.
When the nestlings began peeking through the entry hole, I spent a great deal of time lurking in zoom-distance.
Tufted Titmouse baby is not amused by what it sees outside its door. Photo taken June 26, 2026.
I can’t help reading human emotions into these expressions. The nestlings looked so very grumpy. And a tiny bit pitiful. Definitely a face that is impossible to resist. June 26, 2026.
And there it is..the downy nestling-version of a Tufted Titmouse crest. June 26, 2026.
Imagination’s Voiceovers
Am I the only one who imagines dialogues, for the interactions in my yard?
On the evening of the 26th, the nestlings were shouting from the entry hole as their parents foraged in nearby trees. What I actually heard was, most likely, nestling begging and adult reassurances. But what I imagined was children who wanted to get out of bed and parents who answered no, not tonight, not now, we’ll fledge some other day…
Video of a Tufted Titmouse nestling calling from the entry hole of its nest box. Audio includes the nestling’s calls, as well as answering calls from adult birds foraging in nearby trees. Video taken June 26, 2026.
By June 27th, the nestlings were leaping into the nest box entrance to feed. Competition seemed stiff, with two and sometimes three nestlings scuffling over the prime spot.
I caught a few feeding sequences, but the following sparked voiceover mode. (With apologies to The Little Shop of Horrors, A Fish Called Wanda, and Another Brick in the Wall.)
Feed me, Seymour!
Feed me! I want it!
Ugh. The green ones aren’t ripe yet.
How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat!
‘When you have killed all your own birds, Mr. Bingley,’ said her mother, ‘I beg you will come here, and shoot as many as you please on Mr. Bennet’s manor. I am sure he will be vastly happy to oblige you, and will save all the best of the covies for you.’ –from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Content Warning
This multi-part blog post contains references to hunting, agriculture, and research practices of killing birds. This particular installment references various methods and means of Mallard hunting, past and present. If you decide not to read on, I respect and admire your choice.
Photo from the Mallard archive. Here, a Mallard hen and her ducklings are leaving their nest for a family swim in the dragonfly pond.
Limiting (and limited) expectations
It was easy to position my own context for these posts (see Part IV). But all of my (deleted) attempts to contextualize Mallards in pre-1800s North America have been as flawed as my knowledge.
It’s a given that there are records outside of the Mallard archive, outside of the Mallard mine, that explain how and why North America’s waterfowl maintained flagrant abundance within and around the continent’s early nations. But I don’t have a discourse for these records.
In the end, after all of my reading, I am not equipped to know North America’s pre-colonial Mallards, much less describe them. They are, for me, a personal singularity. An infinite intangible that disturbs my erratic journey.
In other words, I’m only telling one facet of the Mallard story: the part written by and for Europe’s descendants.
Caveat lector.
Photograph from the family archive, Iowa, 1881. The trio in this photo were younger than Iowa (granted statehood in 1846) but not a lifetime younger.
In medias res
When I last left the Mallards, in the opening decades of the 1900s, their populations were collapsing. For the moment, I’m leaving them suspended in free-fall.
This post circles back to the 1800s. Back to an era of unchecked habitat destruction and overhunting. Back to the transition years, when state lawmakers claimed title over wildlife and began to legislatively dismantle game markets.
“Wetland utilization in North America provides a classic case of conflict in resource management. The disadvantages of marshes and ponds for the individual farmer encourage their drainage and conversion to cropland. At the same time, these wetlands provide vital habitat for migratory waterfowl, a principle wildlife resource…” (Pospahala, Anderson, & Henney, 1974, pp. 5–6).
Photo postcard from the family archive, South Dakota, c. 1900.
“We, who cannot live without wild ducks, must first of all acknowledge two facts: 1. We are the minority; 2. The majority regards any land which is too wet to plow, but unsuitable for swimming or water boating, as useless” (Anderson, 1953, p. 122).
Photo from the family archive, location unknown, c. 1900. A large body of water with a truss bridge in distant silhouette.
These were never the King’s ducks
After fleeing systems in which wildlife belonged to the aristocracy, the English and French colonists in North America drafted new rules. In the colonies, wildlife would belong to the citizens. To the People. (Not, however, to the People who already lived in North America. Only to those who staked their various flags along eastern coastlines and cascaded westward.1)
“The explorations of these settlers were driven by the incredible wealth of North America’s renewable natural resources—and by an unfettered opportunity to exploit it” (Organ, Mahoney, & Geist, 2010, p. 23).
Photo from the Mallard archive, of a Mallard hen standing on one of the stones that border our dragonfly pond. Here, the hen was taking a break from teaching her ducklings to swim and forage.
Who killed (kills) the People’s birds?
During the glut years of the 1800s, US hunters took to the field in three different pursuits: subsistence hunting, sport hunting, and market hunting.
As subsistence hunters took (take) only what they need for survival, their impact on bird populations was (and still is) minimal. But sport hunters, in the 1800s, tended to binge. Each adventure piled up the carcasses:
“The geese were flying all day, thousands upon thousands of them. We killed 163 that day. We had a farm wagon with extra side boards for carrying eighty bushels of wheat. Our kill nearly filled that wagon box. I know that night when we drove back to Dawson, which I think was eight miles distant, we were cold and wet and we all stuck our legs down in the geese and the warmth of their bodies kept us comfortable” (Mershon, 1923, pp. 117–118).
Photo from the family archive, location unknown, c. 1900. Not a wagon, I know, but still a reminder that personal transportation in the 1800s was single-digit horsepower.
After each binge, sport hunters returned to their families and their varied professions.
Unless the binge was their profession.
The Meat and Feathers Market
Between 1820 and 1860, America’s cities blossomed from a thin seeding of only 5% of the population to a significant 20% demographic. “Markets for wildlife arose to feed these urban masses and to festoon a new class of wealthy elites with feathers and fur” (Organ, Mahoney, & Geist, 2010, p. 23).
Market hunters earned a living harvesting the wildlife that lived in unclaimed (or claimed and unsupervised) wild places. The siren song of profit penetrated every field, marsh, and wooded acre, tempting hunters to abandon the traditional and self-imposed restraints that defined hunting as a sport.
“A momentary question goes through your mind. ‘Shall I give them the first barrel on the water?’ It is dismissed almost as soon, for early I have been taught it is not the way of the sportsman. Give the birds a chance is the rule. Yet I can not help hoping they will be well bunched and I can get more than one with the first barrel and hope for another with my second. Well, sometimes it works one way and sometimes another. Either way it’s the life worth living” (Mershon, 1923, p. 76).
Giving the birds a chance, for the market hunter, was a profit gamble.
Photo from the family archive, location unknown, c. 1900. Photographer’s stamp: “W. C. Bryant Artistic.”
It was highly likely that a hunter the next county over would happily shoot all the birds on all the waters, rules be damned.
The market wanted meat and feathers, so meat and feathers the market would have.
Photo from the family archive, location unknown, c. 1900. Time has taken their names, but their faces and feathers remain.
Any hunter willing to renounce the title of “sportsman” could cash in.
What would you have done?
Endless demand v. limited supply
Around cities and towns, market hunters drained the wildlife from marshes and woodlands and fields. And as nearby wildlife dwindled, sportsmen were forced further afield for their binges.
Photo postcard from the family archive; East Main St., Lexington, Ohio; c. 1900. The photographer’s stamp, HJ Linton, suggests the image was snapped by a relative on some distant branch of a grandmother’s family tree.
“Conflict soon arose between market hunters, who gained fortune on dead wildlife, and the new breed of hunters who placed value on live wildlife and the sporting pursuit of it” (Organ, Mahoney, & Geist, 2010, p. 24).
By the late 1800s, some of the birds had been hunted to extinction.
“The first bird I ever killed on the wing was a wild pigeon. They frequented the Saginaw valley in thousands from early spring until after the harvest. I had been taken with my uncle and father pigeon shooting many times to pick up birds. It was no trick for them to get seventy-five or a hundred birds before breakfast, and soon after I was given my 16-gauge double barrel gun I was taken out to shoot pigeons. The flocks were dense, as I now recall, so it was not a difficult feat to bring one down, and at the very first discharge a pigeon from my shot came fluttering to the ground. I grabbed it and admired it and was satisfied for that morning to have it my entire bag, and proudly took it home to show my mother. It was not long before I was going pigeon shooting regularly every morning, for the flight began at daylight and was generally over by seven o’clock. Then I would get my breakfast and be off to school. My pigeon shooting continued every spring until about 1880, when it was gone forever” (Mershon, 1923, p. 3).
Photo from the family archive, location unknown, c. 1890(?). I wonder if the author of the previous passage went to school barefoot, with his hound to keep him company?
“No ordinary destruction”
In the sport v. market skirmishes, sport hunters always had the upper hand. Reputation and tradition amplified their voices.
“Furthermore I will prove by sundry reasons in this little prologue, that the life of no man that useth gentle game and disport be less displeasable unto God than the life of a perfect and skillful hunter, or from which more good cometh. …he shall go and drink and lie in his bed in fair fresh clothes, and shall sleep well and steadfastly all the night without any evil thought of any sins, wherefore I say that hunters go into Paradise when they die, and live in this world more joyfully than any other men” (Edward, Second Duke of York, 1406–1413/1909, pp. 4, 11).
“It is stated that in their migrations northward, the waterfowl often reach the lake in the spring, while it is still covered with ice, and that while huddled in great numbers in the mouths of streams and other open places, they are slaughtered indiscriminately, and that while too poor and unfit for eating. It is also represented that they are killed and wounded in great numbers by the swivel or punt gun, which is a small cannon fixed to a boat, and that by these practices they are driven from their usual feeding grounds and places of resort. It is the well known habit of waterfowl to follow the same line and stop at the same points in their migrations, and such a serious disturbance at this great half-way station, may eventually result in their seeking other quarters. To prevent this it is asked that the killing of waterfowl in the spring be prohibited altogether in certain counties, and that the use of the punt gun be absolutely forbidden. The petitions upon this subject have been so numerous, and the petitioners so respectable, that there evidently must exist good cause for complaint, and their request should be granted. The use of the punt gun along the sea board has been made illegal for like reason, and if it is necessary there, it is still more so here” (Collins, 1860, p. 388).
“The ‘game hog’ is an animal on two legs that is disappearing. May he soon become extinct! The ‘game hog’ formerly had himself photographed surrounded by the fruits of a day’s ‘sport,’ and regarded the photograph as imperfect unless he had a hundred dead ducks, grouse, or geese around him. To-day a true sportsman would be ashamed to be pictured in connection with a larger number of fowls than a decent share for an American gunner, having due regard to the preservation of game for the future” (Lacey, 1900, pp. 4871–4872).
Photo from the family archive; unnamed child (likely surname Linton); Elmore, Ohio; c. 1890. In my internal filing system, this image lives in the “haunted children” file.
Haunted by pigeons
A single piece of market-favorable legislation murmurs from the archival cacophony: an 1848 Massachusetts statute that prohibited anyone from frightening passenger pigeons out of netting-beds, under threat of a $10 fine and compensation for damages (General Court of Massachusetts, 1848, p. 650).
It should be no surprise that this particular law is audible to search engines. After all, passenger pigeon extinction is a holotype cautionary tale that should linger.
Photo from the family archive; unnamed child (likely surname Craig); Columbia, TN; February 1, 1887. Another haunted child.
Ohio bids farewell to their big game, but assumes the pigeons will never die
In 1857, as the Ohio legislature sought to revise their “Act to Prevent the killing of Birds and other Game” (Ohio General Assembly, 1857, pp. 107–108), legislators requested assistance from the state’s Board of Agriculture.
The resulting work, published as a select committee report in 1860, wrote off Ohio’s big game as a lost cause: “Ohio has no waste land. It is all useful for agricultural purposes—if not for tillage, at least for pasturage. It has no sterile wastes, marshes, or mountain ranges where the larger game can find permanent security. The deer, the bear, the wolf, and such like animals will soon be gone, and laws that relate to them a dead letter” (Collins, p. 382).
Photo from the family archive; The Steele Farm; Cedar Rapids, Iowa; c. 1900.
Wild turkeys, prairie hens, and pheasants were in the same sunken boat. Excepting a few isolated flocks in isolated localities, no protections could save them. Even so, sportsmen wanted the legislature to regulate hunting, so hunting should be regulated. Ohio’s lingering populations of deer, turkey, prairie hens, and pheasants should be granted undisturbed breeding seasons (Collins, 1860, p. 384).
Seasonal protections were recommended for game birds that could adapt to progress—quail, meadow-larks2, kill-deer, doves, flickers, woodcock, and wood ducks (Collins, 1860, pp. 385-387)—as well as for waterfowl around Sandusky Bay (Collins, 1860, p. 389).
The multitudes of warblers, finches, and flycatchers were safe without protection. At least, being small, shy, and drab, they were safe enough. The food-and-feathers market didn’t covet such birds. Besides, providing bird-by-bird protections would require parsing dozens of common and scientific names (Collins, 1860, pp. 383-384).
Photo from the family archive, location unknown, c. 1900. The photo was in my great aunt’s album, but was addressed to my grandmother.
Woodpeckers, blue jays, and blackbirds, the kind of birds that damaged agriculture when they ate crops but protected agriculture when they ate insects, could be left to the chances and whims of circumstance (Collins, 1860, p. 384).
The report singled out two game species as immune from overhunting (in Ohio) and in need of no protection: the snipe and the passenger pigeon.
Snipe were mere passers-through, fleeting visitors so well-camouflaged and difficult to flush from wet spring landscapes that only “practiced” sportsmen could hope for success (Collins, 1860, p. 387). During brief April sojourns, snipe were “good sport and a choice morsel for the table”, but “yearly numbers cannot be materially lessened by the gun” (Collins, 1860, p. 387).
Photo from the family archive, Iowa, c. 1900. I don’t know what kind of progress was underway, with this steam crane, but I doubt it involved wetland restoration.
And passenger pigeons?
“The passenger pigeon needs no protection. Wonderfully prolific, having the vast forests of the North as its breeding grounds, traveling hundreds of miles in search of food, it is here to-day and elsewhere to-morrow, and no ordinary destruction can lessen them, or be missed from the myriads that are yearly produced” (Collins, 1860, p. 387).
Forty years later, passenger pigeons were extinct in Ohio3 and functionally extinct everywhere else. It was, indeed, no ordinary destruction.
“Property of the State”
“Section I. That all the game and fish, except fish in private ponds, found in the limits of this State, be and the same is hereby declared to be the property of the State, and the hunting, killing, and catching of same is declared to be a privilege” (Arkansas General Assembly, 1889, p. 173).
Photo from the Mallard archive, of a female Mallard threatening a squirrel that had ventured too close to her brood of days-old ducklings. Mallard hens usually ignore the antics of squirrels in the yard, but new mothers are a different story.
“Section 4650, Wisconsin statutes of 1898 is hereby amended to read as follows: The ownership of and the title to all fish and game in the State of Wisconsin is hereby declared to be in the state, and no fish or game shall be caught, taken or killed in any manner or at any time, or had in possession except the person so catching, taking, killing, or having in possession shall consent that the title to said fish and game shall be and remain in the State of Wisconsin for the purpose of regulating and controlling the use and disposition of the same after such catching, taking or killing. The catching, taking, killing or having in possession of fish or game at any time, or in any manner, or by any person, shall be deemed a consent of said person that the title of the state shall be and remain in the state for said purpose of regulating the use and disposition of the same, and said possession shall be consent to such title in the state whether said fish or game were taken within or without this state” (Wisconsin General Assembly, 1899, pp. 576–577).
Photo from the family archive, location unknown, c. 1900. Her expression captures my bemusement, on trying to follow Wisconsin’s the “shall be and remain” syntax.
Such legislative grabs by Arkansas and Wisconsin, asserted during the closing years of the 1800s, didn’t materialize out of thin air.
State legislatures had been controlling the game within their borders since the 1820s, and courts had upheld a variety of statutes.
Let the alewives migrate
One of the earliest challenges to game laws came in Maine, after members of a town’s fish committee destroyed a dam on private property. On May 3, 1839, the fish committee took action on behalf of alewives, a type of herring.
Charles Peables had maintained a dam on his portion of Alewive Brook, in Cape Elizabeth, for some 12 previous years, diverting the water to power his mill. In May of 1839, local Fish Committee members Hannaford and Davis demanded that Peables open his dam and let the alewives pass.
When Peables declined, the Fish Committee disabled the dam in question. Litigation followed, and the Supreme Judicial Court of Maine eventually ruled for Peables, citing a technicality: Hannaford and Davis had acted early.
As the statute required the brook to be open May 5–June 5, Peables should have been able to run his mill straight up to the stroke of midnight on May 5. As long as the alewives could migrate upstream on May 6, Peables was not in violation of the statute (Peables v. Hannaford, 1841, 106).
Had Hannaford and Davis waited until May 6, they could have destroyed the dam at their leisure, and Peables could not have stopped them.
Peables v. Hannaford set a precedent, at state levels, for the states’ authority (embodied in local officers) to regulate game on private property.
Photo from the family archive, unknown location, c. 1920(?). The barbed wire running across the foreground would be a distinct “no trespassing” indicator, in the rural area of my childhood.
“We see nothing unconstitutional in the Act”
On July 8, 1874, David S. Randolph served two dressed and cooked prairie chickens to diners in his St. Louis restaurant. According to a Missouri statute, these were the wrong birds in the wrong season.
Even though Randolph could prove that he had purchased the birds in Kansas, where July hunting was legal, he was cited and fined $9. Which would be about $250, today. Randolph appealed, but the Missouri Court of Appeals upheld the fines:
“We see nothing unconstitutional in the act. The game law would be nugatory if, during the prohibited season, game could be imported from the neighboring States. It would be impossible to show, in most instances, where the game was caught. The State of Missouri has as much right to preserve its game as it has to preserve the health of its citizens, and may prohibit the exhibition for sale, within the State, of provisions out of season, without any violation of the Constitution of the United States. So far as we know, this right has never been disputed, and its exercise by the absolute prohibition of the having in possession, or sale, of game within the State limits, during certain period of the year, is no more an illegal attempt to regulate commerce between the States than would be a city ordinance against selling oysters in July” (Missouri v. Randolph, 1876, p. 15).
Did you catch it?
Photo from the family archive; my great-aunt Birdie; Rock Island, Illinois; December 7, 1894.
In knotting up the import loophole, Missouri had stepped ever so softly on the interstate commerce boundary. And the appeals court didn’t mind.
Photo from the family archive; location unknown, c. 1920(?). Great-aunt Birdie worked in millinery. I suspect (though I am far from certain) that Birdie is on the far left, in this photo.
‘…the congress shall have power to regulate commerce among the several states…’
When a somewhat related case landed before the Kansas judiciary, in 1877, the commerce question heated up.
On November 8, 1876, an agent for the carrier Adams Express Company received a package for transport—a shipment of four prairie chickens that had recently been killed. The agent, C. A. Saunders, delivered the birds to Chicago, and received a $10 fine (plus court costs) for his efforts.
Kansas had recently adopted the kind of boilerplate “no possession, no import, no export” law that was popular at the time. In Kansas, the wording had been adjusted to prohibit all import and export of game or birds, independent of season.
During open season in Kansas, in 1876, it was legal to possess prairie chickens that had been legally killed, as long as they had been killed within the state. During closed season, it was illegal to possess them at all. And it was illegal to import or export them, ever.
No matter the season, no one could move prairie chickens across the state lines.
Legislatively, this act seemed loophole-free. During open season, prairie chickens were fair game. Hunt them, eat them, sell them anywhere within the state of Kansas. All perfectly legal. But don’t ship them out of state. Don’t buy them out of state and bring them into Kansas. And during closed seasons, prairie chickens were entirely off-limits. Don’t kill them or have them anywhere in your possession.
The single exception written into this law involved shipments of prairie chickens that happened to pass through Kansas on their way to and from other states. Carriers handling such shipments were safe during their journey through the state.
Photo from the family archive; L to R (per my mother’s notes) Dora Craig, Edd Strong (Elora Agent), Wilburn Craig, Mrs. Strong, Vint Hamilton; Columbia side depot, Elora, TN; c. 1901. Dora was one of my great grandmothers.
The appellate judges for Saunders’s case glided straight past a series of technicalities regarding the title and wording of the act. They didn’t need to rule on those matters, because a larger issue took precedence:
“Section 8 of article 1 of the federal constitution provides among other things that, ‘the congress shall have power * * * [sic] to regulate commerce with foreign nations, among the several states, and with the Indian tribes.’ Ever since the adoption of this provision, the judges of the supreme court of the United States seem to have been groping their way cautiously, but darkly, in endeavoring to ascertain its exact meaning, and the full scope of its operation. They have many times construed it, but as yet have hardly fixed its boundaries, or its limitations. They have no doubt generally construed it correctly, but some of their decisions with reference thereto seem to be conflicting and contradictory, and scarcely one of such decisions has been made without a dissenting opinion from one or more of the judges. We think however that amidst all their conflicts and wanderings they have finally settled, among other things, that no state can pass a law (whether congress has already acted upon the subject or not,) which will directly interfere with the free transportation, from one state to another, or through a state, of anything which is or may be a subject of inter-state commerce. …For instance, a law which prohibits the catching and killing of prairie chickens, may be valid, although it may indirectly prevent the transportation of such chickens from the state to any other state; but a law which allows prairie chickens to be caught and killed, and thereby to become the subject of traffic and commerce, and at the same time directly [emphasis in original] prohibits their transportation from the state to any other state, is unconstitutional and void” (Kansas v. Saunders, 1877, pp. 129–130).
This means game is commerce, right? And that the Kansas legislature had stepped a little too far over the interstate commerce boundary. Right?
It meant, at any rate, that Saunders didn’t have to pay his fine.
Photo from the Mallard archive. Here, the hen has gathered her ducklings beneath her for a nap. The ducklings were squirming and fidgeting, so the hen was having trouble getting comfortable.
Preview of Part VII: More court cases, more decisions, and federal lawmakers patch the interstate commerce bug
The next post dives into game smuggling and game police. If you are starting to wonder if I’ve gotten game laws mixed up with prohibition laws, I haven’t, though there are certainly familiar elements.
Hold on to your feathered hats.
Photo from the family archive; location unknown, c. 1890(?). There’s a lot going on with that hat, but, for me, her eyes are the real story. I can’t read that expression, and somehow she makes me feel like I should stop trying to.
Also in the next installment, the courts decide that birds and game aren’t commerce, after all.
A note about previous previews: The schedule has changed, so the previews aren’t accurate
Even the most casual readers will have noted, by now, that this project is constantly expanding. Previews included in previous posts have been preempted and put off, as my reading has taken unexpected turns (I do love a good tangent).
My notes sprawl through four full composition books.
I will likely get to all of the topics introduced in previous previews, but not in order. I’ve given myself permission to keep exploring the Mallard mine, as long as my interest holds, and to keep chasing the tangents. My challenge, now, is to convince readers to keep exploring, as well.
Photo from the Mallard archive. Here, a Mallard hen keeps watch as her ducklings explore the dragonfly pond.
If you’re still with me, Thank You!
Footnotes
1. This particular piece of the Mallard story, part of the pre-1800s history of North America’s colonization, is beyond both my tangent-tolerance (for these blog posts) and my philosophy/history horizon. Even so, an excerpt from a book assigned in a technical writing course resonates:
“Among the many arguments that Locke made in the Two Treatises is one that justifies appropriating lands from indigenous peoples where they are living in a state of nature. According to this argument, settlers who cultivate and improve the land—thereby rendering the ‘greatest conveniences’ from it—will have rights to the property:
“‘God gave the world to man in common; but since he gave it them for their benefit and the greatest conveniences of life they were capable to draw from it, it cannot be supposed he meant it should always remain common and uncultivated. He gave it to the use of the industrious and rational—and labour was to be his title to it (Second Treatise 137).’
“…British settlers under Locke’s rationale could claim property rights because they took resources from the land. These resources could be used to create a favorable balance of trade for England, where Board of Trade member Locke saw excessive imports as a source of unstable coinage practices” (Longo, 2000, pp. 51–52).
2. In 1885, while collecting in Canada, Robert Miller Christy wrote a love-note to Meadowlarks:
“I have often thought what a capital thing it would be to introduce the Meadow Lark in to England. So far as plumage and song are concerned, it would rank among our brightest-coloured and most admired songsters; while its hardy nature would allow of its remaining with us the whole year round, as indeed it often does in Ontario and other districts farther south than Manitoba. Perfectly harmless and accustomed to grassy countries, it would quickly become naturalised in our meadows, where it would find an abundance of insect-food, and would doubtless soon increase sufficiently in numbers to serve, if need be, as a game- and food-bird, as it largely does in the United States. No other songster that I ever heard equals this bird in the sweetness and mellowness of its notes” (p. 125). (Click here to return to your regularly scheduled paragraph.)
3. Ironically, Ohio’s deer rebounded. After being sentenced to local extinction, in 1860, deer found ways to survive in Ohio. And then conservation efforts across the 1900s helped deer to flourish. In the 2024–2025 hunting season, Ohio hunters bagged 238,137 white-tailed deer (Ohio Department of Natural Resources, 2025, para. 1). (Click here to return to your regularly scheduled paragraph.)
References
Anderson, J. M. (1953). Duck clubs furnish living space. In J. B. Trefethen (Ed.), Transactions of the eighteenth North American wildlife conference (pp. 122–129). Wildlife Management Institute. https://wildlifemanagement.institute/conference/transactions/1953
Arkansas General Assembly (1889). Acts and resolutions of the General Assembly of the State of Arkansas: passed at the session held at the capital, which began on Monday, January 13th, and adjourned on Wednesday, April 3rd, 1889. Press Printing Co. https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=nyp.33433009076492&seq=193
Collins, W. O. (1860). Report of Senate Select Committee, upon Senate Bill No. 12, ‘For the protection of birds and game.’ In Fifteenth annual report of the Ohio State Board of Agriculture with an abstract of the proceedings of the county Agricultural Societies to the General Assembly of Ohio for the year 1860 (pp. 381-390). Richard Nevins, State Printer. https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=mdp.39015038792258&seq=549
Edward, Second Duke of York (1909). The master of game: The oldest English book on hunting. (W. A. Baillie-Grohman & F. Baillie-Grohman, Eds.). Duffield and Company. https://archive.org/details/TheMasterOfGame/page/n7/mode/2up (Original work published 1406–1413).
General Court of Massachusetts (1848). Acts and resolves passed by the General Court of Massachusetts in the years 1846, 1847, 1848; Together with the rolls and messages. Dutton & Wentworth, Printers to the Commonwealth. https://archive.org/details/actsresolvespass184648mass/page/n5/mode/2up
Longo, B. (2000). Spurious coin: A history of science, management, and technical writing. State University of New York Press. https://www.jstor.org/stable/jj.18254358
Ohio General Assembly (1857). Acts of a general nature and local laws and joint resolutions passed by the Fifty-second General Assembly of the State of Ohio: At its second session begun and held in the city of Columbus, January 5, 1857 and in the fifty-fifth year of said state: Volume LIV. Richard Nevins, State Printer. https://books.google.com/books?id=S1lOAQAAIAAJ&pg=PA107#v=onepage&q&f=false
Pospahala, R. S., Anderson, D. R., & Henney, C. J. (1974). Resource Publication 115: Population ecology of the Mallard II. Breeding habitat conditions, size of the breeding populations, and production indices. U. S. Department of the Interior, Fish and Wildlife Service, Bureau of Sport Fisheries and Wildlife. https://nwrc.contentdm.oclc.org/digital/collection/p16473coll29/id/10213/rec/1
Wisconsin General Assembly (1899). The laws of Wisconsin, joint resolutions and memorials passed at the biennial session of the Legislature, 1899. Democratic Printing Co., State Printer. https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=wu.89096040076&seq=7
Content warning: This blog post contains references to the hunting, agriculture, and research practices of killing birds. If you choose not to read on, I respect and admire your choice.
This multi-part series of blog posts was inspired by a Mallard hen that nested in our neighbor’s yard this spring. After her eggs hatched, the next-yard hen brought her nine ducklings to the dragonfly pond, where we all spent two lovely mornings basking in the relative safety of our tame little yard.
Photo of the next-yard hen and three of her ducklings. The ducklings are sleeping on the stone border of the dragonfly pond after a tiring swim, and the hen is standing in the grass behind them, preening her chest feathers.
As I watched the hen rest and bathe and forage with her ducklings, I developed an obsession with Mallard physiology. This hen had incubated her eggs for almost the entire prior month, weeks and weeks of inactivity broken only intermittently to forage in nearby yards.
What happened in her body during that month? Especially in her flight muscles? After all, if I spent a month in bed, my muscles would deteriorate. And with the hen facing another dangerous stretch of weeks and months shepherding her flightless brood (ducklings don’t fly until they’re about two months old), what else was going to happen in her flight muscles? After three months mostly grounded, how could she fly at all?
Given my penchant for literature searches, I started looking for answers. A half-hour later my keyword nets were empty. Either I was choosing the wrong keywords, or the search engine ocean was empty, as well. But the search engine ocean is not the only source of information out there. Some answers are older than the internet. (Literature search side-quest unlocked!)
Giving up on keyword nets, I defaulted to my personal version of a bootstrapped search. I read through related papers, cherry-picked references that seemed pertinent, found the non-paywalled references, read more, picked more, and continued on repeat. Uncounted iterations later, I’ve devoted more hours to the search than can be explained by interest, alone. My OCD has clearly joined the hunt. (Obsession upgrade unlocked!)
Setting aside mysteries of my own neural wiring and firing, I’ve learned a lot about waterfowl. And about waterfowl physiology. So much so that I’m tempted to call myself a physiology hobbyist. And, like any good hobbyist, my current passions manifest in my blog.
Photo of two Mallard ducklings napping in bright sunshine beside a small yard-art statue. Some intangible and irresistible brew of nostalgia, biophilia, protectiveness, and obsessiveness caught and kept my interest during and after my encounter with this brood of Mallards.
Photograph of the next-yard Mallard hen standing on the rock border of our dragonfly pond. One of her ducklings is crouched beneath her, safely hidden from aerial predators.
Flight muscles and annual cycles
All research is a tangled path, but wildlife research is a centuries long, thicket-strewn snarl of overzealous collection work, Larmarkian and Darwinian scuffles, rogue variables, and funding biases. Most of the research I’m citing here looked at flight muscle changes associated with molt cycles.
In all of the geese, grebes, and knots that embodied the data reported in these articles, the masses of their flight muscles decreased as their flight feathers molted and increased again as the birds regained feathers and flight. For most of the researchers who interpreted this data, these cycles of atrophy (muscle loss) and hypertrophy (muscle gain) were evidence supporting or refuting (for the species in question) a pair of proposed hypotheses.
The use/disuse hypothesis
One simple and obvious (hypothesized) mechanism for muscle gain and loss is use/disuse. When birds fly, they exercise their flight muscles and gain (or maintain) flight muscle through the known benefits of exercise. When waterbirds molt and replace all their flight feathers in a single weeks-long event, they lose muscle during molt because they quit flying. When they begin flying again, muscle returns.
Because simple and obvious tends to prove out (if you’re waiting for the obligatory Occam’s razor reference, here it is), I quickly became a fan of this hypothesis.
The “endogenous trigger” hypothesis
The more complex and less obvious (hypothesized) mechanism is an “endogenous trigger”. Perhaps somewhere in a bird’s body, some tissue or organ follows time (or seasons). Perhaps when the time/season is right, this tissue or organ sends a molt signal to the flight muscles, and the flight muscles begin breaking down. Maybe all that protein is needed for feather production (feathers are, for the most part, protein). Maybe birds with less muscle and therefore lighter body weights will regain flight sooner. Maybe some complex combination of diet, exercise, and behavior before and during molt causes muscle change as a side-effect, not as a benefit.
As complex and less obvious tends to make good storytelling (especially the kind of serendipitous discovery and cautionary tale stories that science loves), I quickly became a fan of this hypothesis, too.
In this photo, the next-yard hen has just settled after a vigorous, splashy bath in the dragonfly pond. Her feathers are ruffled and beaded with water, the feathers of her face and head are soaked, and a single drenched duckling is half-submerged in the last wave churned up by her luxurious bath.
Barnacle geese in molt
In the 2000s, researchers from the United Kingdom followed a flock of captive geese before, during, and after molt (or moult, because the UK).
Portugal et al. (2009) started with 40 adult Barnacle geese that had been bred and raised in captivity. These birds never flew. Their flight feathers were trimmed to keep them grounded in their aviary. Starting in July and continuing through November, the researchers slaughtered (anesthetized, euthanized, and later dissected) four birds from the flock every two weeks, with more frequent slaughter of birds during peak molt.
In this flock of flightless geese, flight muscle mass decreased by more than 35% in the weeks before molt and during the first stages of molt. After the mid-molt minimum, flight muscles started recovering, increasing back to the pre-molt maximum as the geese shed their old flight feathers and grew new feathers.
The researchers achieved this “35%” measurement by comparing the combined and averaged flight muscle masses of the slaughtered birds, four birds at a time. So the first four birds (the earliest data) had a combined and averaged flight muscle mass that was 35% heavier than the dissected and weighed, combined and averaged flight muscles of the four birds slaughtered mid-molt.1
Setting aside (for the moment) the steady depopulation of this flock, there was a timing mismatch between the muscle and feather changes. Instead of flight muscle loss following feather loss (as a “use it or lose it” consequence of flightlessness), the flight muscle loss preceded feather loss.
But why was there muscle loss at all? These geese didn’t fly, so their grounded condition during molt was their default lifetime condition. How could use/disuse factor in, when there had never been use in the first place?
Behavior changed, too
These same Barnacle geese had been observed through the previous year’s molt. “Despite having constant access to food, the captive barnacle geese lost approximately 25% of their body mass during the wing moult in both years of the study” (Portugal et al., 2007, “Discussion”, para. 1). This is a substantial change in body weight for geese with unlimited access to food and water.
“Anticipatory, rather than responsive.”
So these 40 captive Barnacle geese experienced flight muscle loss prior to onset of feather loss, before their behaviors and metabolisms changed. And their flight muscles began recovering prior to feather regrowth, before the geese resumed normal behavior.
“Therefore, these muscle changes give potential for increased or decreased performance but do so in an anticipatory, rather than a responsive fashion” (Portugal et al., 2009, p. 2409).
That’s an unexpected conclusion. These geese were not experiencing a simple and obvious use/disuse effect. This was a complex and less obvious process. A science story waiting to be told. And uncovering evidence of the complexity cost (only?) 40 captive geese.2
What is the value of a few flocks of captive geese?
Returning to my Part II theme of capital, what is the most valuable capital in the paragraphs above? Portugal et al.’s data, which has racked up some 200 citations? The 2007 and 2009 publications, which have been viewed online some 5000 times?
Is the story I’ve borrowed for this post more valuable than the geese? After all, these were fully realized, fully alive adult geese. Portugal et al. noted that 31% of the flock were paired or attempting to breed (2009, p. 2407). They did not note if they slaughtered the pairs together. Would such a consideration soothe my empathy?
And, speaking of empathy…
At what point, if ever, did the behavior and stress-metabolism of the flock—so accustomed to safety, steady population density, and shared companionship—change in response to their sudden prey status and declining numbers?
In this photo, the female Mallard stands watch as two of her ducklings practice hopping in and out of the dragonfly pond. Both ducklings have their stubby wings partially extended. During their two mornings in the yard, the ducklings stretched their wings often, as if practicing flapping, but they also used their wings as tiny counterweights while they balanced on the tricky terrain of seashells and stones around the pond.
Other waterfowl in molt
Between 1978 and 1986, a researcher in the Netherlands (Theunis Piersma) collected the carcasses of 112 adult Great Crested Grebes that drowned in gill nets during the birds’ August–October molt (or moult, because the UK version of English) on Lake IJsselmeer in the Netherlands. Pairing data with observations of the birds’ activity levels before, during, and after molt, Piersma interpreted his findings as use/disuse. As a cycle in Great Crested Grebes in which forced flightlessness triggered disuse atrophy during molt, and return of wing function triggered muscle hypertrophy after molt. (Piersma, 1988) 3
In separate work involving captive Red Knots, reported in 1999 (Dietz et al.) and more in keeping with Portugal et al.’s geese, Piersma (as a co-author with Dietz et al.) concluded a different mechanism was at work. In this instance, the authors concluded that an “endogenous circannual process” (p. 2836) regulated flight muscle changes in Red Knots during molt.4
All of this is good and useful information for researchers interested in captive geese, wild grebes, and captive and wild knots. It is even good and useful information for someone like me, who is dabbling through waterfowl research in search of a simple answer to a complex question about Mallards. It shows different physiological processes at work in different species.
In other words, my Mallard answers can’t be intuited from goose, grebe, and knot research.
Photograph of the next-yard Mallard hen and her brood settling down for a sunlit nap beside the dragonfly pond. The hen (in the background) has tucked her bill under her wing feathers in a resting pose, but she still has one watchful eye on her ducklings. The ducklings are huddled together, some still awake, some already asleep, and some just in the process of nodding off.
So…the next-yard Mallard hen’s flight muscles?
Simple answers to complex questions are vanishingly rare in any field, but perhaps a complex answer can by synthesized? Have the simple and complex threads of other, related questions about Mallards crossed often enough to create a pattern? (Unnecessary spoiler alert: No such pattern is discerned here. Only more questions.)
And, is molting at all the same as nesting? (No. Obvs.)
I found a significant body of literature regarding flight muscle changes in Mallards during molt, but only a single flight muscle dataset for nesting Mallards in the wild. I expect ethical concerns explain much of the data imbalance. At least, I hope ethical concerns are a factor.
I prefer a world in which nesting and post-nesting hens, along with their eggs and ducklings and awkward teen-ducks, are safe from the traps and slaughter and scales of researchers. Their world is already dangerous enough.
Besides, even if everyone agreed on a single, simple mechanism for molt-related muscle loss and gain in Mallards, it’s unlikely that the consensus mechanism would also regulate muscle physiology during nesting. After all, molt and nesting share few behavioral, metabolic, or seasonal similarities. For the birds themselves, flightlessness may be the only common factor. And nesting flightlessness is, at least during the onset, choice—nesting hens can fly, they simply don’t fly often. Molt flightlessness is forced.
Mallards in molt
Venturing first into Poland, a 1990 article (Panek & Majewski) looked at Mallards in molt on the floodplain where the River Warta meets the Odra River in western Poland. During the time of the study, some 25,000 male Mallards gathered for molt, a population “many times greater than the number of local breeders” (p. 255). Molting Mallards (3,788 males; 341 females) were herded into net enclosures, weighed, examined, and banded, and then released. After periods of 3–9 days, more herding resulted in recapture of 337 male and 13 female birds, which were again weighed, examined, and released.
These efforts allowed the researchers to determine that both the male and female Mallards lost 12% of their body weights during molt. What’s more, whenever new feathers (even just a few new feathers) were damaged enough to require immediate re-replacement, the prolonged flightless period resulted in continued weight loss. In those cases, the continued weight loss couldn’t be blamed on the metabolic demands of massive feather regrowth because only a few feathers were being replaced. (Panek & Majewski, 1990, p. 258)
“In our opinion, limited foraging and the use of body reserves during flightlessness are responses to high predation on dabbling ducks that forage in shallow waters. Secretive behavior and short forays out of shelter minimize exposure to predation” (Panek & Majewski, 1990, p. 258).
But a hemisphere away in Klamath Basin, California, avian botulism has sometimes been a larger hazard for molting Mallards than predation. In some of the basin wetlands between 2001 and 2006, avian botulism claimed as many as 64% of radio-monitored Mallards during molt (Fleskes et al., 2010, p. 214).5 However, after molt, “Hunting was the main cause of mortality for post-molt Mallards both within (16 of 37 deaths) and outside Klamath Basin (six of nine deaths)” (p. 214).
“Increased daily mortality rates of light-weight birds that were captured late in the season during this study suggest some aspect of the molting marsh (e.g., food, water quality, sites safe from predators, predator density) deteriorated as the season progressed causing female Mallards in poor condition to be more susceptible to predation and disease” (Fleskes et al., 2010, p. 217).
Finally, in the Mingo Basin of Missouri, a researcher from the University of Missouri slaughtered a total of 267 female Mallards over the course of three successive winter seasons (1981–1983) (Heitmeyer, 1988). He found that molt timing varied according to age and weather. Adult females molted earlier than immature females, and all of the birds molted earlier in wet winters.
After processing the carcasses, Heitmeyer noted that the birds he slaughtered either before or after molt were heavy, with lipid reserves making up a high percentage of their body weights (1988, p. 673). In other words, the birds Heitmeyer slaughtered prior to molt were healthy and fit and well-prepared for the metabolic demands of molt, and the birds he slaughtered after molt were also healthy and fit and well-prepared for the metabolic demands of migrations to their nesting grounds.
But mid-molt? The Mallards he slaughtered mid-molt were 6% lighter in weight than pre- and post-molt birds. Most of this overall weight loss was due to a 35% decrease in lipid mass (compared to pre-molt birds). So used-up lipid reserves explained 83% of the weight difference between Mallard hens slaughtered prior to molt and Mallard hens slaughtered during the middle of their molt. The hens were losing mostly lipid reserves, not muscle. (Heitmeyer, 1988, p. 673 & “Table 3”, p. 672)
Do these three researches tell a common story?
Not really.
It’s tempting to weave these three researches into an intuitive story about Mallards that reads something along these lines: Mallards lose weight during molt because they hide from predators more and forage less, and their used-up lipid reserves (not atrophied flight muscles) represent most of the lost weight.
But science doesn’t work that way. Nothing does, really. I can’t take the 12% weight loss (Poland), explain it as 83% due to used-up lipid reserves (Missouri), and superimpose an estimate of up to 64% of molting Mallards dying due to disease (California). None of these numbers, variables, or Mallard populations are connected in any rigorous or meaningful way. The only commonalities are the English-language phrase “Mallards in molt” and this sprawling series of blog posts.
Even so, there are tempting threads. Perhaps Mallards in Poland, Missouri, California, and everywhere else actually do lose weight during molt because they hide from predators more and forage less, and perhaps their used-up lipid reserves (not atrophied flight muscles) actually do represent most of the lost weight.
Perhaps Mallards need a third hypothesis, something neither use/disuse atrophy nor annual endogenous trigger. Perhaps if I keep pulling this molting Mallards thread long enough, keep following it deeper into the rabbit hole that I already know doesn’t hold the answer I’m seeking, I’ll find other researchers pulling the same thread. Perhaps we’ll all agree that Mallards need a purely behavioral “hide and fast” hypothesis.
Except it’s time to follow this particular thread back out of the rabbit hole. Whatever mechanisms are at work in a molting Mallard’s physiology, they are (probably) irrelevant to a nesting Mallard’s physiology. (But, as I leave, I’m rolling up the thread metaphor and carrying it with me to the next rabbit hole.)
In this photo, the Mallard hen and her ducklings are perched again on the rocks surrounding the dragonfly pond. Most of the ducklings have gathered under the hen, in the enlarged patch of shade that she has made by spreading her tail feathers and slightly opening her wings so that her primary and secondary flight feathers catch a bit more of the sun. Two of the ducklings are several inches beyond the hen’s shade, enjoying the sun-warmed rocks.
I like the thread metaphor because I like the idea of reality as a giant tangle of skeins. Step up to the skein, find a loose end, and start pulling. This is how some hypotheses unravel and how some hypotheses knot tighter.
But don’t forget that each thread has a price tag. Like a county fair booth where you pay 40 captive geese to pull the first thread. Or a boat full of drowned grebes to pull the next thread. Or, as in the next research, 51 Mallard hens to pull the specific thread I’ve been searching for all along.
Flight muscle changes in nesting Mallards
“By late incubation, females are highly emaciated; 11 live-trapped females weighed during the last 5 days of incubation averaged 900.3 g ± 30.1 g (mean ± SD)6, or 25% less than during prelaying” (Krapu, 1981, p. 31). (For readers accustomed to weights in pounds and ounces, 900.3 grams = 1.98 pounds and 30.1 grams = 0.066 pounds.)
While 11 ducks is a very small sample size, the data suggest that female Mallards lose up to a quarter of their body weight over the course of nesting. But do they lose flight muscles or lipid reserves? Or both?
Along with these 11 hens weighed alive, this study involved capturing and slaughtering 51 other Mallard hens who were at various stages of their nesting cycles: 19 pre-laying hens, 11 laying hens, and 3 hens that had completed the laying process and begun incubating their eggs. Plus 11 hens that were making their first nest and 7 hens that had lost their first nests and begun laying a new clutch.7
Here’s those numbers again, with a bit more context
If you read the previous two paragraphs and experienced a brief or extended period of dissonance, I’m with you. That’s a lot of numbers in just a few sentences. The important numbers, for my purposes, are the 25% weight loss, the 11 weighed hens, and the 51 slaughtered hens. Here’s a list of hens, broken down by how their data were sorted:
Eleven hens were trapped, weighed, and (hopefully) released back to their nests. These 11 hens were nesting within the study area, and each had a nest with eggs due to hatch within five days. All of these hens were in poor body condition (“emaciated”) compared to hens that had been weighed prior to laying.
Thirty-three hens were slaughtered after migrating into the study/nesting area. As the researchers dissected the 33 carcasses, the slaughtered hens were divided into groups based on their ovarian cycles:
Nineteen hens had not yet ovulated. These 19 hens were labelled as “pre-laying”.
Eleven hens had ovulated and begun laying eggs, but had not yet laid their last egg. These 11 hens were labelled as “laying”.
Three hens had laid all of their eggs (had no more eggs developing in their ovaries or oviducts) and had begun incubating their nests, but they were no more than 6 days into their incubation phase. These 3 hens were labelled as “incubating.”
Eighteen hens were slaughtered as their ovaries and oviducts began preparing for egg production, but before their first egg ovulated. (It’s unclear if these hens were counted among the hens sorted by ovarian cycle, above, so I’m counting them separately.)
Eleven of these hens were making their first nest. These 11 hens were labelled as “initial nest attempts”.
Seven hens of these hens had a “brood patch” (a bald/featherless patch on their chest or abdomen), which was considered to be evidence that they had already completed one nest and begun incubating (brooding). But something had gone wrong with the first nest, prompting the hens to restart their ovarian cycle and attempt a second (or third?) nest. These 7 hens were labelled as “renesting”.
(Did you spot the moment(s) when my OCD winced? There ended up being three different groups that numbered 11 hens. This kind of number coincidence is not exactly common in science, but also not exactly uncommon. My OCD does not like coincidences. It’s safe to say that, in general, science doesn’t either.)
Back to North Dakota in springtime
When Krapu compared the weights of various tissues and organs in his slaughtered hens, the laying hens (layers) had actually gained weight, compared to the pre-laying hens (pre-layers), while the incubating hens (incubators) had lost a significant amount of weight compared to both the pre-layers and the layers.
The idea that Mallard hens might gain weight in the early stage of egg laying makes intuitive sense. Think about birds and eggs and ovaries and oviducts. All of those eggs started as follicles in an ovary. Think about eggs in a nest. They’re certainly bigger than ovarian follicles. After all, each egg has to be fortified with enough proteins and lipids and sugars to build an entire duckling from scratch. So producing a nest full of eggs, ovary to nest, means a female Mallard’s reproductive tract gets huge.
As Mallard hens lay (on average) an egg a day during nesting, their ovaries and oviducts during this time often contain several eggs in various stages of growth from follicle to in-the-shell. Krapu’s data support this intuitive explanation. The layers had massively higher ovarian and oviduct weights than the pre-layers and the incubators. (I’m going to call this their pregnancy weight.)
In comparing hens slaughtered at these three stages—pre-layers, layers, and incubators—three trends of interest (to me) emerged:
The incubators had lost their pregnancy weight, and then some. Their ovaries and oviducts were not only lighter than the ovaries and oviducts of the pregnancy-heavy layers, but were also significantly lighter than the ovaries and oviducts of the pre-laying hens. (Have mercy. Statistical significance is its own hefty topic.)
The incubators’ lipid reserves were nearing depletion. The pre-layers’ total lipids made up some 10% of their overall body weight. For the layers, their total lipids made up about 6% of their body weight. But the incubators, by day 6 of incubation (and with some 3 weeks left to go), were whittled down to the point that their total lipids constituted only about 2% of their body weight.
The incubators’ flight muscles were lighter than the pre-layers’ and layers’ flight muscles, though the difference was not statistically significant.
And what about later in incubation? What about weeks 2–4? With lipid reserves already nearing depletion, muscle would be next on the menu. Thankfully, this research didn’t persist in slaughtering nesting Mallards. There are no numbers for weeks 2–4. But there are numbers for those seven hens that lost their first nests and tried to start over.
The seven renesting hens had already gained and lost their pregnancy weights once, and their body weights reflected the toll. They were about 12% lighter than hens at the same stage of laying a first nest (though they were slightly heavier than the incubator hens). Their lipid masses were only about 3% of their body weights, as they had used up much of their lipid reserves during their first nesting attempts.
And their flight muscles? In all the hens, no matter their nesting count or stage, their flight muscles made up 5–6% of their body weights.
Pre-layers
Layers
Incubators
Initial Nesters
Renesters
Body weight
1199.8 ± 78
1300.6 ± 114.6
967.3 ± 44.5
1217 ± 79.4
1065 ± 54.6
Flight muscle weight
65.1 ± 5.6
65.1 ± 5.5
58.3 ± 1.9
65.3 ± 5.6
60.0 ± 1.9
Flight muscle as rough % of body weight
5.4%
5%
6%
5.3%
5.6%
Lipid mass
109.6 ± 33.7
79.6 ± 37.2
17.1 ± 14.7
116.4 ± 18.9
29.9 ± 17.4
Lipid mass as rough % of body weight
9.1%
6%
1.8%
9.6%
2.8%
All weights are in grams. Body weights, flight muscle weights, and lipid masses are quoted directly from Krapu, 1988, Tables 1 & 3, pp. 31 & 35. Flight muscle as rough % of body weight and lipid mass as rough % of body weight were calculated by dividing flight muscle weights and lipid masses by the respective body weights, then multiplying by 100. Should there be any statisticians among my readers, I offer my deepest apologies for ignoring those standard deviations. I was only looking for rough numbers, after all.
Question answered? (No.)
Maybe nesting female Mallards don’t lose significant flight muscle. Maybe used-up lipid reserves and back-to-normal reproductive tracts explain all of that lost body weight, up to 1/4 of their pre-nesting weight. Maybe a nesting Mallard’s flight muscles only atrophy a little? (Unlike Western Grebes in Manitoba, Canada, which lose up to 41% of their flight muscle during nesting—males and females alike (Piersma, 1998, pp. 101–102 & Table 4).)
Maybe. But not likely. After all, the incubators had only been on their nests for up to 6 days. The renesters were still preparing to lay new clutches of eggs, still carrying new rounds of pregnancy weight, and hadn’t started incubating at all. The incubators averaged a weight of 967.3 grams (about 2.1 pounds) and the renesters 1065 grams (about 2.3 pounds).
Somewhere between renesting or early incubation and about 5 days prior to their eggs hatching (3 weeks or so), both incubators and renesters would have been expected to lose more weight. Perhaps even down to the weights recorded for those 11 captured-and-weighed (and hopefully released back to their nests) hens—about 900.3 grams (1.98 pounds).
If statistics mean anything, and if the 11 hens captured and weighed alive were at all representative of North Dakota’s nesting Mallard hens in the spring of 1981, all of the slaughtered hens’ weights would have fallen to about 900.3 grams (1.98 pounds) before their eggs hatched. Another expected weight loss equalling roughly another 7% of the incubators’ and renesters’ body weights. With lipid reserves already diminished, some notable proportion of that 7% would have been muscle.
But, which muscles?
Only the Mallards know.
And I’m content with that answer.
Photograph of the Mallard hen and one of her ducklings floating in the dragonfly pond. Both are keeping one eye on me and my camera. The duckling’s down is beaded with tiny water droplets, and the hen’s feathers are ruffled and damp from her bathing. Their futures are unknown, as is mine.
Happily, others are content with that answer, too:
“Wild Mallards breeding under natural conditions are poor subjects on which to accumulate statistically sound population parameters. The species is particularly sensitive to human interference, especially during the brood period. Statements such as ‘unstudied Mallard populations easily maintain themselves’ might be viewed as a general truism. Field workers concerned with duck population dynamics should periodically remind themselves of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle (TIME, Canadian Edition 04/15/63, p. 51), ‘the very act of observing or probing a phenomenon changes the phenomenon'” (Dzubin & Gollop, 1971, p. 49).
So, is this the end of these Mallard posts?
Of course not. I have OCD, and I’m perseverating on Mallards. But this is the end of my riff about flight muscle physiology.
The rest of my Mallard series will pull some Mallard hunting threads and some Mallard farming threads, which intersect at ongoing policy controversies surrounding releases of farmed Mallards into the wild.
Photograph of the next-yard Mallard’s ducklings learning to dabble in the dragonfly pond. All are fluffy and downy and beaded with water droplets. All nine ducklings have little Mallard eye stripes that serve as excellent camouflage in the wild. The eye stripes also provide a touch of exaggeration, in a camera lens, mimicking grumpiness from some angles and endearing curiosity from other angles.
Notes
1. I spy an uncontrolled variable! Because each two-week data set involved slaughtering four birds, in order to dissect and weigh their flight muscles, each two-week data set is an end point. Those four individual birds couldn’t be followed any further. So comparisons of the data sets, comparing the data recorded for the first four birds against the data recorded for any other four birds, requires an assumption that these birds had no significant individual differences. While this is a well-accepted research method, and while individual differences are unlikely to perturb or confound the conclusions, I’m putting a pin in this “individual variation” variable. (Click here to return to your regularly scheduled paragraph.)
2. Okay, yes, I agree. The geese weren’t the only cost. There is a lot of human labor behind this (and all) research. For the researches reported here, and because I’ve brought it up, it’s worth quoting the authors’ acknowledgments (BBSRC=Biotechnology and Biological Sciences Research Council, UK):
“We are grateful to Alan Gardner, Phil Archer, Ben Heanue and Pete Jones, for looking after the geese. We are very grateful to Craig White for practical help with the birds and logistics, and Jon Codd and Peter Tickle for supplying us with anatomy guides. Thanks also to Graham Martin, Theunis Piersma, Caroline Chadwick, Robert Ker and McNeil Alexander for useful discussions, and two anonymous referees for their comments. S.J.P. and J.P.M. were funded by the BBSRC” (Portugal et al., 2009, p. 2409).
“We would like to thank Craig White for his assistance with the respirometry equipment and set-up, and for statistical advice. We are also grateful to Alan Gardner, Phil Archer, Ben Heanue and Pete Jones for looking after the geese and helping with the weighing sessions. Thanks also to Peter Frappell for help with software, and Michael Romero, Graham Martin, Jim Reynolds and Lewis Halsey for useful discussions. This work was supported by the BBSRC” (Portugal et al., 2007, p. 1396).
3. Halfway through wing molt, fewer grebes drowned in gill nets. The author notes that the half-molted grebes must either dive less often to forage or dive less deeply (p. 99). Grebes that drowned during wing molt weighed some 9–15% less than grebes that drowned midwinter, but this decrease in body mass involved mostly a loss of fat mass, which was 53–60% decreased during molt as compared to midwinter fat reserves. Despite the fact that most of the weight loss could be explained by loss of fat reserves, flight muscle masses were 28–30% lower in grebes that drowned during molt. So somewhere in the grebes bodies, some organ or tissue increased during molt, offsetting the muscle loss. The author suggested possible liver enlargement, as the liver processes proteins and feather replacement requires a significant investment of protein. (Piersma, 1988, p. 97) Click here to return to your regularly scheduled paragraph.
4. The authors looked at two subspecies of Red Knot that gather on the Dutch Wadden Sea in August. One subspecies, Calidris canutus islandica, undergoes wing molt in August and overwinters in western Europe and the Mediterranean before migrating to arctic regions in Canada, Greenland, and Svalbard for breeding and nesting (Baker et al., 2020, “Subspecies” para. 3, Dietz et al., 1999). The other subspecies, Calidris canutus canutus, stops on the Wadden Sea in August to build reserves in preparation for a 4500km (about 3000 mile) migration to western and southern Africa, where the birds overwinter (or oversummer, for the birds that cross into the Southern hemisphere) and finish their wing molt in March or April before flying back to Russia for breeding and nesting (Baker et al., 2020, “Subspecies” para. 2; Dietz et al., 1999).
In a rare (in my reading for this post) work that did not rely entirely on dissection to measure flight muscles, the researchers captured four individuals of each subspecies of Red Knot and transferred them into a climate-controlled aviary. Over the next eight months, all eight birds stayed in sync with their wild and free-living counterparts despite their controlled living conditions and forced flightlessness. The four C. c. islandica molted and lost muscle mass in August, in sync with their free-living counterparts (Dietz et al., 1999, Figure 1b,f). The four C. c. canutus gained weight and flight muscle mass in August, in preparation for an extraordinary migration they wouldn’t undergo, then lost weight and flight muscle mass as they molted in January–April, in sync with their own free-living, migrating counterparts (Dietz et al., 1999, Figure 1a,e). (Click here to return to your regularly scheduled paragraph.)
5. Note that “radio-monitored birds” always implies a small study set. Radio and GPS monitoring is expensive, labor intensive, and introduces a rogue variable in that many birds change their behaviors after being harnessed or otherwise burdened with devices. Fleskes et al. started with 181 radio-tagged female Mallards (p. 208). (Click here to return to your regularly scheduled paragraph, already in progress.)
6. Just an aside about those body weights: 900.3 g ± 30.1 g (mean ± SD). It’s math. Read aloud, the notation says “…a mean weight of 900.3 grams plus or minus a standard deviation of 30.1 grams…”. It essentially means that:
The average weight of these 11 ducks was 900.3 g (1.98 pounds).
But the “…plus or minus a standard deviation of…” part of the notation indicates that anyone who wants to use this number to predict how much any other 11 Mallard hens (captured in the same location, at the same time of year, and in the same nesting stage) might weigh, on average, should expect the prediction to be off by as much as 30.1 g (0.066 pounds).
So, if I want to open a county fair booth and guess the average weight of 11 Mallard hens (in North Dakota, in spring, who are incubating a nest of eggs that should hatch within 5 days), I should note in my fine print that as long as I am within 0.066 pounds of the correct number, I win. Then, as long as I always guess 1.98 pounds, I should win more often than I lose.
BUT, given that this number was derived from only one group of 11 hens in 1981, and given that hundreds and thousands of Mallard hens might simultaneously be incubating a nest of eggs that are within 5 days of hatching, in spring in North Dakota in 2025…? I think I’ll keep plugging away trying to earn a living as a writer and editor, because my I Can Guess the Weight of Your Mallards county fair booth is on shaky statistical ground.
If I jump ahead to Table 1 (p. 31), which reports an average ovarian weight for prelayers of 6.3 ± 8.7, I’m in a different statistical bind. That’s a worrying standard deviation number, because if I take the “plus or minus 8.7” at face value, my Guess the Pre-laying Mallard Hen’s Ovarian Weight county fair booth is going to be a hot mess. In this case, my fine print is going to state that I win if I guess within 8.7 grams of the actual weight. Every time I win after guessing a negative number, an interrobang will randomly manifest in a doctoral thesis from the 1940s (!?). (I can’t speak to what, exactly, produced a standard deviation so large that county fair booths and negative ovarian weights intersected in this footnote. Should any readers have ideas, please comment.)
7. The Materials and Methods section of this paper is disappointing, as it doesn’t clarify where and how the comparison data were selected. The seven renesting hens were compared to a subset of 10–11 “initial nest” hens (Krapu, 1988, Table 3, p. 35), with no indication of whether these comparison hens were also included in the earlier analyses of hens at various laying stages. A close reading finds the Table 3 initial nest hens defined as hens in “rapid follicular development…pre-ovulating females with ovary weights ≧ 3.0 g” (p. 30), but this status should have applied also to some of the hens labelled as “pre-laying” in the analyses for laying stages. The author notes that 71 female Mallards were slaughtered over the course of this study, but the math doesn’t work. At most, even if I’m counting some of the prelayers twice, I get 19 prelayers + 11 layers + 3 incubators + 11 initial nesters + 7 renesters = 51 hens. Where are the other 20 hens? And why are there three (3!?) data sets of 11 hens here? (11 layers, 11 initial nesters, 11 late-nesting hens weighed and, hopefully, released…). My OCD doth protest. (Click here to return to your regularly scheduled paragraph.)
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