Saturday, March 5, 2011
Rainy
Today, I took a walk in the rain. I encountered two partially-eaten mice; both, I am sure, were killed by one of the many feral cats that live on the Matthaei Botanical Gardens' property. What's left will likely be dinner for a crow or other carrion-eater.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Gnawing Away
It's a fact: rodents love to gnaw. One of the most notorious gnawing critters, at least in the north, is the porcupine; I have heard stories of them gnawing on just about anything, and that includes outhouses. Here in Ann Arbor, there sure aren't any porcupines, but there are fox squirrels, and a whole lot of them. The squirrels are especially prevalent in our neighborhood, and our birdfeeders suffer because of it. Still, I can't help but have a soft spot for these crafty, acrobatic rodents -- they're smart, they're cute, and they're fun to watch.
Last October, during one of our many forays onto the property of the Matthaei Botanical Gardens, we found the tibia of a deer. Before winter arrived, I left the leg bone out on the deck of our apartment, in the hope that the local fox squirrels would find it tasty and useful. They discovered it almost immediately, and soon were chewing away! It's amazing just how loud the sound of gnawing can be.
Today, I was finally able to photograph a squirrel in the act of gnawing. In just a few minutes, it had made quite a dent in the bone.
Last October, during one of our many forays onto the property of the Matthaei Botanical Gardens, we found the tibia of a deer. Before winter arrived, I left the leg bone out on the deck of our apartment, in the hope that the local fox squirrels would find it tasty and useful. They discovered it almost immediately, and soon were chewing away! It's amazing just how loud the sound of gnawing can be.
Today, I was finally able to photograph a squirrel in the act of gnawing. In just a few minutes, it had made quite a dent in the bone.
Here's a view of the tibia, after this most recent gnawing:
Squirrels gnaw on bones for a couple of reasons. Firstly, bones are full of calcium and other minerals, nutrients that rodents need to survive. Shed deer antlers are also a favorite of porcupines, mice, and squirrels.
Secondly, the incisors of rodents grow for as long as the animal is alive, and gnawing keeps them worn down to a manageable length. If a rodent's teeth aren't used on a regular basis, the animal will undoubtedly develop life-threatening dental problems. I have seen gruesome images of squirrels and other rodents with incisors that have curled and grown through their skull. Gnawing on bones, as well as nuts, antlers, and plant matter, keeps rodent incisors healthy.
Interestingly enough, bone-gnawing is as old as the dinosaurs, as this article reports.
Squirrels gnaw on bones for a couple of reasons. Firstly, bones are full of calcium and other minerals, nutrients that rodents need to survive. Shed deer antlers are also a favorite of porcupines, mice, and squirrels.
Secondly, the incisors of rodents grow for as long as the animal is alive, and gnawing keeps them worn down to a manageable length. If a rodent's teeth aren't used on a regular basis, the animal will undoubtedly develop life-threatening dental problems. I have seen gruesome images of squirrels and other rodents with incisors that have curled and grown through their skull. Gnawing on bones, as well as nuts, antlers, and plant matter, keeps rodent incisors healthy.
Interestingly enough, bone-gnawing is as old as the dinosaurs, as this article reports.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Turdus migratorius
It's mid-February, and in Ann Arbor we're having quite the warm snap. For the past week, it's been springlike, with daytime temperatures hovering in the mid-forties and even making their way past fifty degrees. All the snow that we got at the start of the month is now melting, making little rivers and big puddles in the roads. With the warmer temperatures, some animals have been more active -- most noticeably, the birds.
Though robins have traditionally been a sign of spring, they live year-round in Ann Arbor. In the winter, they're quite gregarious, moving in flocks and, more often than not, traveling place-to-place with starlings. In recent days, I've been seeing plenty of robins hanging out along the roadsides, especially in areas where the snow has melted. When they cross the road -- and it's quite often -- robins tend to fly quite low, making them easy targets for passing cars.
The robin I found today along Ann Arbor-Saline Road was likely a victim of such an accident. As I stooped to pick up the body, I saw several robins nearby, very much alive, pecking at the earth.
Though robins have traditionally been a sign of spring, they live year-round in Ann Arbor. In the winter, they're quite gregarious, moving in flocks and, more often than not, traveling place-to-place with starlings. In recent days, I've been seeing plenty of robins hanging out along the roadsides, especially in areas where the snow has melted. When they cross the road -- and it's quite often -- robins tend to fly quite low, making them easy targets for passing cars.
The robin I found today along Ann Arbor-Saline Road was likely a victim of such an accident. As I stooped to pick up the body, I saw several robins nearby, very much alive, pecking at the earth.
Note the blood on the beak: a telltale sign of a window or car collision. I've never before seen a robin so closely, and like the junco of a few months ago, I marveled at just how beautiful this bird's feathers were.
The robin's body feathers were this wonderfully warm, smoky shade of gray, contrasting nicely with the orangey-red breast feathers. The same red as that of the breast actually extends into the inside of the wing, making for an interesting meeting of hues.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Turning December Crow Into a Study Mount
This past Friday, I had the opportunity to watch the making of a bird study mount. The demonstrator was Mary Margaret, who volunteers at the Creature Conservancy as well as the Bird Division at the University of Michigan Museum of Zoology; she has an amazing knack for working with avians, both alive and dead.
The bird that was turned into a study mount was December Crow -- after I had finished photographing the body, I turned it over to the bird division, so that it could be added to the collection (a few months prior, I had donated October Junco, as well). What transpired on Friday afternoon was fascinating; in three hours, the crow turned from looking like a crow to not looking at all like a crow -- and back again. While my photographic subjects usually decay and break down, returning to the environment, this one was preserved, and will live on in a different way.
Naturally, I brought my camera and documented a good portion of the process -- the skinning, bone-sawing, muscle-removing, stuffing, and pinning -- the whole lot. Some of the photographs that follow might be considered disturbing (though in my mind, they are no more graphic than walking down the meat aisle at the grocery store, or, for that matter, any more graphic than the photos I've posted of animals decaying in nature).
When I arrived, December Crow had already been thawed. The body sat breast-up on a long table, atop a few pages of newspaper. Nearby were scalpels and scissors, a pin cushion and thread, a roll of cotton, and a yogurt cup containing corn meal. Mary Margaret started by finding the crow's breastbone beneath all those black feathers, and separated the down on either side of the keel. I soon learned that birds aren't covered in feathers, rather, they grow along feather tracts, and there's a good deal of skin where the feathers don't actually attach.
Mary Margaret made an incision down the keel of the breastbone, all the way to the base of the tail. The crow's skin was paper-thin, and looked ever so delicate. As she pulled the skin away from the body, I marveled at how it didn't tear. At this point, the corn meal came into play: it is used to absorb any liquid or blood that might be present. When she reached the crow's legs, I was amazed at how large and red the muscles were. Since most of the legs stay with the skin, Mary Margaret cut through the thighs -- muscles, bones, and all. It wasn't a pleasant sound. She removed as much of the muscles and ligaments as she could; once the legs had been cut from the body, the crow's talons flopped on either side of the skin, looking quite unnatural and useless.
After plugging the crow's mouth with cotton, the next step was to sever the vertebrae at the base of the tail; it was another unpleasant sound. As the skin was pulled back further, the wing bones were the next to be cut. Soon, all that was left connected to the skin was the neck and head of the crow. Though the crow's pectoral muscles were quite impressive, its skinned, little body looked awfully pathetic.
Mary Margaret continued to pull the skin back along the crow's neck, until she reached the skull. Soon, we could see the eyelids -- that is, the other side of them. Set inside the large eye sockets of the skull, the crow's eyes were bulbous and blueish, and with a pair of forceps, Mary Margaret carefully removed them. It was probably the most revolting step of the process; surprisingly intact after removal, they looked like large, overripe blueberries. At some point, the tongue was cut from the mouth, and I was surprised to see that the tip was forked.
In order to maintain a sense of shape in the bird's head, most of the skull is left inside the study mount. With a pair of surgical scissors, Mary Margaret cut out the very back of the skull, carefully tugged on the body, and out came the brain. It was rather large, but seeing as how crows are intelligent creatures, I wasn't too surprised!
At this point, several things were done, and I can't quite remember the order in which they were completed. The cotton was removed from the crow's mouth, meat was trimmed from the wings, and fat was scraped away from the inside of the skin. After packing cotton into the empty eye sockets, Mary Margaret slowly pulled the skin back over the skull. Finally, December Crow was starting to look like a crow again.
The bird that was turned into a study mount was December Crow -- after I had finished photographing the body, I turned it over to the bird division, so that it could be added to the collection (a few months prior, I had donated October Junco, as well). What transpired on Friday afternoon was fascinating; in three hours, the crow turned from looking like a crow to not looking at all like a crow -- and back again. While my photographic subjects usually decay and break down, returning to the environment, this one was preserved, and will live on in a different way.
Naturally, I brought my camera and documented a good portion of the process -- the skinning, bone-sawing, muscle-removing, stuffing, and pinning -- the whole lot. Some of the photographs that follow might be considered disturbing (though in my mind, they are no more graphic than walking down the meat aisle at the grocery store, or, for that matter, any more graphic than the photos I've posted of animals decaying in nature).
When I arrived, December Crow had already been thawed. The body sat breast-up on a long table, atop a few pages of newspaper. Nearby were scalpels and scissors, a pin cushion and thread, a roll of cotton, and a yogurt cup containing corn meal. Mary Margaret started by finding the crow's breastbone beneath all those black feathers, and separated the down on either side of the keel. I soon learned that birds aren't covered in feathers, rather, they grow along feather tracts, and there's a good deal of skin where the feathers don't actually attach.
Mary Margaret made an incision down the keel of the breastbone, all the way to the base of the tail. The crow's skin was paper-thin, and looked ever so delicate. As she pulled the skin away from the body, I marveled at how it didn't tear. At this point, the corn meal came into play: it is used to absorb any liquid or blood that might be present. When she reached the crow's legs, I was amazed at how large and red the muscles were. Since most of the legs stay with the skin, Mary Margaret cut through the thighs -- muscles, bones, and all. It wasn't a pleasant sound. She removed as much of the muscles and ligaments as she could; once the legs had been cut from the body, the crow's talons flopped on either side of the skin, looking quite unnatural and useless.
After plugging the crow's mouth with cotton, the next step was to sever the vertebrae at the base of the tail; it was another unpleasant sound. As the skin was pulled back further, the wing bones were the next to be cut. Soon, all that was left connected to the skin was the neck and head of the crow. Though the crow's pectoral muscles were quite impressive, its skinned, little body looked awfully pathetic.
Mary Margaret continued to pull the skin back along the crow's neck, until she reached the skull. Soon, we could see the eyelids -- that is, the other side of them. Set inside the large eye sockets of the skull, the crow's eyes were bulbous and blueish, and with a pair of forceps, Mary Margaret carefully removed them. It was probably the most revolting step of the process; surprisingly intact after removal, they looked like large, overripe blueberries. At some point, the tongue was cut from the mouth, and I was surprised to see that the tip was forked.
In order to maintain a sense of shape in the bird's head, most of the skull is left inside the study mount. With a pair of surgical scissors, Mary Margaret cut out the very back of the skull, carefully tugged on the body, and out came the brain. It was rather large, but seeing as how crows are intelligent creatures, I wasn't too surprised!
At this point, several things were done, and I can't quite remember the order in which they were completed. The cotton was removed from the crow's mouth, meat was trimmed from the wings, and fat was scraped away from the inside of the skin. After packing cotton into the empty eye sockets, Mary Margaret slowly pulled the skin back over the skull. Finally, December Crow was starting to look like a crow again.
To keep the wings in place, a thread was looped through the radii. Cotton was then wrapped around a wooden dowel and was shaped to mimic the body cavity of the crow; it was inserted into the skin, the sharpened point connecting with the skull.
Soon, the crow was sewn back together. Despite all that muscle-cutting and turning inside-out, the incision in the skin really wasn't that big. After it had been stitched shut and the feathers smoothed back into place, I couldn't tell that the crow had ever been cut open. The study mount was pinned into a perfect position for drying: belly-up, wings tucked against the body, tail feathers slightly spread. The beak was tied shut, as when birds dry, their beaks tend to open.
Pinned to dry, December Crow looked decidedly different than it had when I'd photographed it on Christmas day. The crow seemed far more dead: a shell of what it had been, positioned neatly against a cork board, held down with pins.
Pinned to dry, December Crow looked decidedly different than it had when I'd photographed it on Christmas day. The crow seemed far more dead: a shell of what it had been, positioned neatly against a cork board, held down with pins.
I learned several things that afternoon, as I'd hoped. For one, December Crow was male. He was young, too, as the inside of his mouth was pale instead of black, as it is with adult crows. He was also quite healthy when he died: there was no sign of trauma anywhere on the body, and he was at a very healthy weight. Had he died in the summer, it would likely have been due to the West Nile virus, but his wintertime death is a little more mysterious.
The process of making a study mount also had its surprises: there was almost no blood to be seen, and, most surprising of all, there were no chemicals used to preserve the skin. Because almost all the flesh was removed, and because bird skins are so thin, they dry quickly and chemicals are simply not necessary.
In all, the experience (which took nearly three hours) was both interesting and educational. Though I would rather see animals decay in nature and be used entirely by the environment, I can understand and appreciate the worth behind preserving specimens for science.
The process of making a study mount also had its surprises: there was almost no blood to be seen, and, most surprising of all, there were no chemicals used to preserve the skin. Because almost all the flesh was removed, and because bird skins are so thin, they dry quickly and chemicals are simply not necessary.
In all, the experience (which took nearly three hours) was both interesting and educational. Though I would rather see animals decay in nature and be used entirely by the environment, I can understand and appreciate the worth behind preserving specimens for science.
Monday, January 10, 2011
A Year of Useless Creatures
Well, it's 2011! I've been updating this blog for almost a year now, and it's pretty incredible to look back and see just how much I've photographed over the past twelve months alone. I feel that my photography has improved, and I've certainly strengthened my artistic statement and outlook for the series. To make things even better, this blog was featured on AnnArbor.com, as one of five notable Ann Arbor-area blogs!
In this entry, I'll take a moment to revisit my favorite photographs of 2010 -- starting with January and ending with December.
January Pigeon, 1/17/2010
First January Deer, 2/27/2010
November Skunk, March, 3/11/2010
April Gull, 4/10/2010
Japanese Cormorant, 5/18/2010
Vertebra Slug, 6/5/2010
July Carp, 7/31/2010
August Coyote, 8/7/2010
September Swainson's Thrush, 9/11/2010
Poached Deer, 10/24/2010
October Junco, 11/1/2010
December Crow, 12/25/2010
I'm determined to set some goals for the new year. In 2010, not only did I photograph extensively for Useless Creatures, but I also started a few taxidermy-photography offshoots. These smaller, separate projects are something I'd like to further develop this year. Another topic I want to revisit is the poaching of wildlife -- so when the snow melts for good, I plan on returning to the Brighton Recreation Area and taking more portraits of the poached deer. A third goal is to shoot more film, and not just for Useless Creatures. Lastly, I aim to start doing more research, to discover what the "other side" thinks of these animals, as well as research regarding the decomposition process, scavenging animals, et cetera. Ideally, I'd love to have this project turned into a book -- it's an ambitious goal, and a whole lot of thought, planning, and especially research must be conducted first!
Here's to 2011 -- may it be filled with photography and adventure!
In this entry, I'll take a moment to revisit my favorite photographs of 2010 -- starting with January and ending with December.
January Pigeon, 1/17/2010
First January Deer, 2/27/2010
November Skunk, March, 3/11/2010
April Gull, 4/10/2010
Japanese Cormorant, 5/18/2010
Vertebra Slug, 6/5/2010
July Carp, 7/31/2010
August Coyote, 8/7/2010
September Swainson's Thrush, 9/11/2010
Poached Deer, 10/24/2010
October Junco, 11/1/2010
December Crow, 12/25/2010
I'm determined to set some goals for the new year. In 2010, not only did I photograph extensively for Useless Creatures, but I also started a few taxidermy-photography offshoots. These smaller, separate projects are something I'd like to further develop this year. Another topic I want to revisit is the poaching of wildlife -- so when the snow melts for good, I plan on returning to the Brighton Recreation Area and taking more portraits of the poached deer. A third goal is to shoot more film, and not just for Useless Creatures. Lastly, I aim to start doing more research, to discover what the "other side" thinks of these animals, as well as research regarding the decomposition process, scavenging animals, et cetera. Ideally, I'd love to have this project turned into a book -- it's an ambitious goal, and a whole lot of thought, planning, and especially research must be conducted first!
Here's to 2011 -- may it be filled with photography and adventure!
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