The Homing Instinct: Meaning and Mystery in Animal Migration. Bernd Heinrich

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       The monarch butterfly adult, caterpillar, and chrysalis

      In the summer, the monarchs fly in what look like random zigzag patterns over the New England fields as they stop here and there to sip nectar. Occasionally you see a mated pair, the female doing the work of flying, the male dangling passively with folded wings while attached by his genitals. After the prolonged mating (and/or technically “mate guarding,” since it prevents mating by other males), the female glues her delicately patterned green eggs with gold markings, one at a time, to the undersides of milkweed plants. In a few days, the flashy yellow-black-white larvae hatch and start chomping. After about fifteen days (depending on the temperature), the caterpillars have increased their weight to 1.5 grams (2,780 times the hatchling weight). The caterpillar attaches itself to a support such as the underside of a leaf by a clasping organ at the hind end of its abdomen to hang upside down. It will then molt into the bright green pupa (chrysalis) with the shiny golden spots that is surely familiar to almost all school kids. In a few days, the chrysalis starts to turn dark, and the outlines of the orange-patterned wings are visible through the now-transparent cuticle. When the chrysalis splits, along a predetermined line of weakness in the back, the limp adult slips out and expands its wings, and in two or three hours hormones will have instigated a biochemical process that hardens its body armor and stiffens its wings. The butterfly is ready to fly. Where will its wings take it?

      Thanks to the monarch studies initiated in 1935 by Dr. Fred A. Urquhart and his wife, Norah Urquhart, from the Zoology Department of the University of Toronto and continued to the present day with the input and cooperation of thousands of amateur volunteers, there is now an amazing story to tell. The Urquharts noted in the late 1930s that the monarchs they saw in late May and early June in Canada had tattered wings, and they knew that this species would not and could not overwinter in Canada, so they suspected that they may have come a very long way. Monarchs fly in a southwesterly direction in the fall, but nobody had a clue where they ended up. To get some idea of the butterflies’ movements, these researchers in 1937 began gluing paper tags onto monarch wings with this message: “Please send to Zoology University Toronto Canada.” Monarchs weigh almost half a gram and the wing tags only 0.01 gram, so the tags were not likely to hamper the animals’ movements. Similar tags, used today, have pressure-adhesive backing and can be folded in half and glued over the leading edge of the forewing (after the scales are removed).

      The idea from the inception of the monarch-marking studies was to try to find out if the butterflies migrated — an idea that at the time, as Urquhart noted, “was considered quite impossible.” But the question of where the butterflies might be going to and coming from grabbed the imagination, and anyone seeing a tagged butterfly would be sure to try to catch it. Sure enough, tags were returned over decades that suggested a migratory pattern. Individual tags were returned from huge distances, up to 1,288 kilometers. One monarch that was tagged in Ontario in 1957 was recovered eighteen days later in Atlanta, Georgia, 1,184 air kilometers distant. Clearly, when the butterflies left Canada in the fall, they headed south.

      Still, nobody knew what happened to the mass of butterflies. Then, in January 1975, Cathy and Ken Brugger of Mexico City found them — a dazzling, shimmering, orange display of an estimated 22.5 million monarch butterflies on one 2.2-hectare site (which turned out to be only one of ultimately thirteen overwintering sites in the mountains of Mexico). The millions of monarchs were festooned in the trees in the mountains of Michoacán near Mexico City. The Urquharts excitedly traveled to see the site and on January 18, 1976, listened to “the sound of the fluttering of thousands of wings [that was] like that of a distant waterfall.” As they stood awestruck by this dazzling display, a pine branch broke off from the sheer weight of butterflies attached to it, and it crashed to the ground right in front of them. Fred Urquhart had been posing for a National Geographic photographer surrounded by these just-fallen butterflies when, incredibly, he saw a tagged one among them. When he traced its origin, he learned that it had been tagged on September 6, 1975, by Jim Gilbert, from Chaska, Minnesota. Urquhart, who had encountered countless tagged butterflies in his career, said it was “the most exciting one I have ever experienced.”

      The picture that has now emerged from decades of study is that individual butterflies migrate all the way from Ontario to Mexico in the fall, arriving there at their overwintering sites in a torrent during October. They spend most of the winter in Mexico in a cooled low-energy state but soar around on warm days to drink water and replenish on nectar. In early spring, when their sex urge awakens, there is a mating orgy followed by a mass exodus. Most of the females mate before leaving, and their “compasses,” which were set to take them south in late fall, are now “reset” to take them in a northerly direction.

      As the tide of butterflies advances northward, the females stop to lay their eggs on milkweed. Some of the butterflies from Mexico make it all the way to the north, and others (their offspring) that grow from the eggs laid along the way arrive later. Those СКАЧАТЬ