That's
why I was rather startled when I watched an adult female cardinal fly
to the feeder, a week or so ago. I was surprised because this was not
our resident female. The breast of this bird was much lighter in
color, her body was more slender, and her wings were a more somber
shade of brown. I wondered if she was just passing through, which is
odd in the middle of the brooding season; or if she'd soon be chased
away by the larger resident female.
The
new bird flew off and I went about my chores. A day or so later I
spotted the newcomer again. I also recalled that I'd not seen the
familiar old female in the meantime. Then I was surprised to see the
male fly to the feeder one evening and join the new female. His
behavior around her—eating with her, chipping back and forth as
they did so, and then flying off with her—was exactly as he had
done for years with his long-time mate. It hit me that this must be
his new mate! I'm sure that he would not be cavorting with
another female—unless his former mate was gone.
Over
the next several days I watched the newly-mated pair come and go from
the feeder—continuing to act like a typical cardinal couple.
Something had happened to his old mate. I pondered the
possibilities. I doubt that she's still alive—she'd not have
surrendered her queendom of the clearing without a fight. I had
watched her assertive ways for too many years to accept the fact that
another female would likely dethrone her.
Cardinals
may mate for just one season or for life—as our pair seemed to have
done. What happens when one of the mates dies? Do they mourn the loss
of the partner they've had for several years? Some people have
observed the death of a mated bird, watched the behavior of the
survivor, and interpreted it as grieving. This may be, but we humans
have a propensity to read how we would feel in the situation into an
animal's behavior. It's called anthropomorphism.
We
humans will likely never know how an animal really feels. I once
watched a black snake raid a bluebird nesting box, then kill and eat
two babies, before I chased it off. The parents fought the snake
noisily and gallantly, but I observed no mourning on their part,
after the incident was over. Very soon they resumed feeding their two
surviving babies (one of which I had picked up off the ground and put
back in the box), behaving as if nothing had happened. They had
important things to do.
As
for my male cardinal and his new mate: How had he behaved at the loss
of his former mate? Was he present when she met her end? Did she
actually die? I can't believe that, as a settled pair for so long,
he'd simply dump her. It seems odd that this would happen in the
middle of the brooding season, but if she did die, why should he not
promptly carry on? That indomitable spirit is what has kept this
species going for millions of years.
This
is yet another of those examples of what happens when you have the
time to delve into an event in Mother Nature's wonderful world. You
are able to learn some fascinating things—but for every single
piece of knowledge you gather, you just uncover at least two more
puzzling questions. It's what keeps my life here on the homestead an
endless, interesting quest to understand the secrets of the natural
world.
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Thank you, Iftekhar, for your comment!
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