Adderbolts

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Adderbolts

OED first citation for dragonfly: 1626

Where were the darts of Galilee ?
And the damsels of the Rubicon ?
Was Runnymede so needle-free,
Or the Athens Woods of Oberon ?
So where are all the dragonflies ?
There’s not a word in tale or scroll –
The Greeks and Romans closed their eyes,
The monks and knights ignored them whole.

It took the new Enlightenment
To even notice them at last –
And then Romantics sought intent
In Nature bold and wild and vast –
Till Art Nouveau, which gave them wings
That keeps them soaring till this day –
As wardens of eternal springs,
Where dreamy Summers while away.

So where were the dragonflies of Hermes ?
Why no mention in the myths ?
Why did Freyr not claim these flurries,
Crafted by the finest smiths ?
Perhaps the Bible’s just too dry
For water-sprites as story-tools,
But rainy Europe shouldn’t shy
To catch the eye with flying jewels.

Transforming in among the reeds,
A lit’ral metamorphosis –
The fey-folk surely rode these steeds ?,
Yet Brigid never knew such bliss.
Shouldn’t the Devil have taken hold ?,
Or gargoyles, say, or heraldry ?
Yet where were the dragonflies of old ?,
Who chirped and danced for nobody.

‘Adderbolt’ is the only earlier name for them that I couold find, and this only dates from 1483, according to the OED, and ‘Devil’s darning needle’ is only from 1809.

And finally, the image below is from a poster which looks reminiscent of others advertising the various Art Nouveau exhibitions at places like the V&A.cHowever, I cannot find out anything else about this particular image, and if it is even an original by William Morris.  I hope it isn’t AI…

Blighty-Bugs

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Blighty-Bugs

A butterfly house is a curious series of rooms –
A bit like a tropical farm,
Where exotic moths can dine on exotic blooms,
With wingspans as wide as my palm.
Or so I had hoped – but this was no Forest of Arden –
Or jungle of scent-heavy petals –
But flitting about were familiar sights from the garden,
And all that was growing were nettles.
It turned out they mastered in only British varieties,
Tortoiseshells, coppers, and whites.
Pretty, but small – the kind that give gard’ners anxieties,
Or taken-for-granted delights.
Oh sure, the elephant-hawks are impressive as caterpills,
Stripping the fuchsia to shreds,
But overall, any good hedgerow holds similar thrills,
Without the need of these sheds.
Although, as a lifelong dweller of chalky downs,
And the home-strip lads that brings.
It was good to see some strangers from limestone towns
With a Northern brogue to their wings.
So yeah, I guess I enjoyed them in concentration,
A blaze about the flowers –
And proof that beauty can still exist in our nation –
Because all of these ones are ours !

Of course, I have mused on butterflies numerous times before, but after writing this I decided to put my prose where my poetry was:

I asked a few AIs for a plan to build such a self-sustaining glasshouse, with a list of the fewest number of native plants.  Here is the consensus:

Firstly, a fair spread of readily-available lepids:

TYPENAMEBINOMIALFLYING SEASON
WhitesLarge (Cabbage) WhitePieris brassicaeApr-Oct
Green-Veined WhitePieris napiApr-Sep
YellowsBrimstone
(endangered, but worth the effort)
Gonepteryx rhamniMar-Oct
Orange-TipAnthocharis cardaminesApr-May
Clouded Yellow
(migrates in wild, so won’t survive the Winter)
Colias croceusMay-Oct
BluesHolly BlueCelastrina argiolusMar-Sep
Small CopperLycaena phlaeasApr-Oct
Common BluePolyommatus icarusMay-Sep
Small BlueCupido minimusMay-Jun / Aug if 2nd brood
BrownsSpeckled WoodPararge aegeriaMar-Oct
Duke of BurgundyHamearis lucinaApr-Jun
WallLasiommata megeraApr-Sep
RingletAphantopus hyperantusJun-Aug
Meadow BrownManiola jurtinaJun-Sep
GatekeeperPyronia tithonusJul-Aug
HairstreaksGreen HairstreakCallophrys rubiApr-Jun
Brush-FootedsSmall TortoiseshellAglais urticaeMar-Oct
Red AdmiralVanessa atalantaMar-Nov
PeacockAglais ioMar-Nov
Pearl‑Bordered FritillaryBoloria euphrosyneApr-Jun
CommaPolygonia c-albumApr-Oct
Marsh Fritillary
(endangered, so may not be possible)
Euphydryas auriniaMay-Jul
Marbled WhiteMelanargia galatheaJun-Aug
Silver-Washed FritillaryArgynnis paphiaJun-Aug
White Admiral
(also feeds on honeydew from aphids)
Limenitis camillaJun-Aug / Sep if 2nd brood
Skippers Large Skipper Ochlodes sylvanusJun-Jul
Day-Flying MothsEmperor Moth
(don’t feed as adults)
Saturnia pavoniaMar-May
Mint MothPyrausta aurataApr-Sep
Scarlet Tiger-MothCallimorpha dominulaMay-Jul
White Ermine
(woolly caterpillars !)
Spilosoma lubricipedaMay-Jul
ForesterAdscita staticesMay-Jul
Six-Spotted BurnetZygaena filipendulaeJun-Aug
Day-flying InchwormsLatticed HeathChiasmia clathrataMay-Jun / Sep if 2nd brood
Blood-VeinTimandra comaeMay-Sep / Oct if 2nd brood
Yellow ShellCamptogramma bilineataJun-Aug
Hawk-MothsNarrow-Boarder Bee-Moth
(a bee-mimic !)
Hemaris tityusMay-Jun
Elephant Hawk-Moth
(giant caterpillars ! – nocturnal adults, but they do hibernate)
Deilephila elpenorMay-Aug / Sep if 2nd brood
Hummingbird Hawk-Moth (more giant caterpillars ! – day-flyers, though they won’t survive the Winter)Macroglossum stellatarumJun-Sep

The months listed above are for typical outdoor activity, so may be extended indoors with earlier Springtime starts and possibly a second or third brood.  If the glasshouse is insulated but not heated (except to keep it above 5°C through the Winter), this will mean that not all of these species can be self-sustaining, as some of them migrate (Clouded Yellow, Hummingbird Hawk-Moth), and fresh stocks will need to be brought in each Spring (this is something all butterfly houses need to do).  I can see making use of an ornate pupilarium with windows to watch them ‘hatch’.  We will also have some structural little brick towers around to provide dry pupation sites (and resting spots for the Walls).

I’ve included the Brimstone, as it’s the classic bright-yellow species that possibly gave all lepid’s the name of ‘butter-fly’, but it should be noted that their numbers aren’t doing great at present, which could certainly cause problems.  Their caterpillars only eat buckthorns, which aren’t exactly the smallest shrubs, but perhaps we could have a few in the centre of the glasshouse and make a feature of them ?  (By the way, I call it a glasshouse instead of a greenhouse to emphasise that it will be considerably larger than the things found at the bottom of the garden for growing tomatoes in.)  I’ve also listed the Marsh Fritillary, which faces similar worries, but otherwise fit in nicely !

I’d also like to introduce Rose Chafer beetles (Cetonia aurata) for a bit of metallic variety.  Their grubs live on rotting wood, so we’ll need a decomposing stump in a corner (maybe from when we prune the alder buckthorn ?), but if it also supports fungus and woodlice, it could be quite a feature.  Their adults eat nectar, just like the butterflies, and are on the wing May-Oct.

And, since aphids and mildew are inevitable, I decided to also include the following ladybirds:

7-Spot  (Coccinella septempunctata)  –  Mar-Oct  –  the familiar red-with-black spots  –  both grubs and adults eat aphids
Kidney-Spot  (Chilocorus renipustulatus)  –  Apr-Oct  –  black with two red spots  –  both grubs and adults eat scale insects likely found on the woody plants (alder buckthorn, honeysuckle, ivy)
22-Spot  (Psyllobora vigintiduopunctata)  –  Apr-Aug  –  yellow with black spots  –  should make for a good mildew-munching colony in the honeysuckle and the rotting logpile

It will be interesting to see if there are sufficient levels of aphids, scale, and mildew to sustain populations.  Perhaps not initially, but over time I’m sure there will be a veritable banquet !  A harder problem will be keeping out the harlequin ladybirds from crashing the party…

If we were really smart, we could include a free app that will identify each of the above species (adults and caterpillars) so that visitors can point their phones at one and get its name and details.  This data can also be used to record when the adults first and final flying days are each year.  But I don’t think it can help with keeping a census unless it could also identify individuals so as to not count them each multiple times.

But anyway  –  the plants need to be natives, and robust, and able to regrow quickly after heavy defoliation by caterpillars, while also provide nectar for the butterflies/moths for the entire time they are flying.  Indeed, I wanted to make sure that there were two different nectar sources incase of any issues, though I held off doing the same for feed plants, as a lack of food will be an important population control (though many species do have multiple food options, but this was not deliberate).  Here’s the answer I got:

PLANTLARVAL HOST FORADULT NECTAR FORFLOWERING SEASON
Sheep’s Sorrel
(Rumex acetosella) –
Shoots out rhizomes, so keep it in pots.
Small Copper
Forester
Blood-Vein
Yellow Shell
None(May-Nov)
Alder Buckthorn
(Frangula alnus) –
Can be pruned, but still likely to be 2-3m tall.
Brimstone
Holly Blue
Green Hairstreak
Emperor Moth
Kidney-Spot Ladybird – scale(May-Jun)
Cock’s-Foot Grass
(Dactylis glomerata)
Speckled Wood
Wall
Ringlet
Meadow Brown
Marbled White
Large Skipper
Yellow Shell
None(May-Jul)
False Brome Grass
(Brachypodium sylvaticum)
Speckled Wood
Wall
Ringlet
None(May-Jul)
Red Fescue Grass
(Festuca rubra)
Wall
Meadow Brown
Gatekeeper
Marbled White
Yellow Shell
None(May-Jul)
Sweet Violet
(Viola odorata)
Pearl‑Bordered Fritillary
Silver-Washed Fritillary
Brimstone
Holly Blue
Small Copper
Speckled Wood
Duke of Burgundy
Small Tortoiseshell
Peacock
Feb-May
Primrose
(Primula vulgaris)
Duke of BurgundyBrimstone
Orange Tip
Holly Blue
Speckled Wood
Duke of Burgundy
Gatekeeper
Small Tortoiseshell
Red Admiral
Peacock
Pearl‑Bordered Fritillary
Comma
Latticed Heath
Blood-Vein
Ladybirds
Feb-May
Cowslip
(Primula veris)
Duke of BurgundyBrimstone
Common Blue
Small Blue
Wall
Green Hairstreak
Latticed Heath
Blood-Vein
Ladybirds
Apr-May
Garlic Mustard
(Alliaria petiolata) –
Can be an aggressive spreader, so keep it in pots.
Large White
Green-Veined White
Orange-Tip – eats the seeds, so don’t dead-head them.
Large White
Green-Veined White
Brimstone
Orange-Tip
Latticed Heath
Blood-Vein
Apr-May
Stinging Nettle
(Urtica dioica) –
Unavoidable, but we can use a dwarf variety and keep it out-of-the-way.
Small Tortoiseshell
Red Admiral
Peacock
Comma
Scarlet Tiger-Moth
White Ermine
Small Copper
White Ermine
Jun-Sep
Bird’s-Foot Trefoil
(Lotus corniculatus)
Clouded Yellow
Common Blue
Green Hairstreak
Six-Spot Burnet
Latticed Heath
Orange Tip
Clouded Yellow
Common Blue
Small Blue
Wall
Green Hairstreak
Pearl‑Bordered Fritillary
Marsh Fritillary
Forester
Six-Spot Burnet
Latticed Heath
Blood-Vein
Narrow-Boarder Bee-Moth
Rose Chafer
Jun-Sep
Lady’s Bedstraw
(Galium verum)
Yellow Shell
Elephant Hawk-Moth
Hummingbird Hawk-Moth
Small Tortoiseshell
Elephant Hawk-Moth
Hummingbird Hawk-Moth
Jun-Sep
Kidney Vetch
(Anthyllis vulneraria)
Small BlueCommon Blue
Small Blue
Ringlet
Jun-Sep
Wild Marjoram
(Origanum vulgare)
Mint MothBrimstone
Holly Blue
Small Copper
Common Blue
Small Blue
Wall
Ringlet
Meadow Brown
Gatekeeper
Green Hairstreak
Small Tortoiseshell
Pearl‑Bordered Fritillary
Marsh Fritillary
Marbled White
Silver-Washed Fritillary
White Admiral
Large Skipper
Forester
Six-Spot Burnet
White Ermine
Latticed Heath
Blood-Vein
Yellow Shell
Elephant Hawk-Moth
Rose Chafer
Ladybirds
Jun-Sep
Common Honeysuckle
(Lonicera periclymenum) –
Let’s find a late-blooming variety.
White Admiral
Scarlet Tiger-Moth
Brimstone
White Admiral
Blood-Vein
Elephant Hawk-Moth
Hummingbird Hawk-Moth
Rose Chafer
22-Spot Ladybird– mildew
Kidney-Spot Ladybird – scale
Jun-Sep /
Oct (some varieties)
Devil’s-Bit Scabious
(Succisa pratensis)
Marsh Fritillary
Narrow-Boarder Bee-Moth
Brimstone
Common Blue
Wall
Ringlet
Meadow Brown
Marsh Fritillary
Marbled White
Silver-Washed Fritillary
Forester
Six-Spot Burnet
Blood-Vein
Yellow Shell
Rose Chafer
Ladybirds

Jul-Oct
Common Ivy
(Hedera helix)
Holly Blue

Overwinter site:
Brimstone
Small Tortoiseshell
Red Admiral
Peacock
Comma
Large White
Green-Veined White
Holly Blue
Small Copper
Small Tortoiseshell
Red Admiral
Comma
Blood-Vein
Hummingbird Hawk-Moth
Kidney-Spot Ladybird – scale
Oct-Nov
Wood Spurge
(Euphorbia amygdaloides)
NoneDuke of Burgundy
Ladybirds – they need early-Spring nectar before aphid numbers rise.
Apr-Jun
Forget-Me-Not
(Myosotis arvensis)
Definitely a spreader, but not a bully, and after flowering it shrinks into the background.
NoneOrange Tip
Holly Blue
Small Copper
Duke of Burgundy
Wall
Small Tortoiseshell
Red Admiral
Peacock
Pearl‑Bordered Fritillary
Comma
Scarlet Tiger-Moth
Blood-Vein
Yellow Shell
Narrow-Boarder Bee-Moth
Apr-Jun
Bugle
(Ajuga reptans)
NoneGreen-Veined White
Orange-Tip
Holly Blue
Small Blue
Wall
Green Hairstreak
Pearl‑Bordered Fritillary
Marsh Fritillary
White Admiral
Scarlet Tiger-Moth
Latticed Heath

Blood-Vein
Narrow-Boarder Bee-Moth
Elephant Hawk-Moth
Ladybirds
May-Jul
Meadow Buttercup
(Ranunculus acris)
NoneLarge White
Green-Veined White
Orange-Tip
Small Copper
Duke of Burgundy
Green Hairstreak
Mint Moth
White Ermine
Forester
Latticed Heath
Rose Chafer – eats the petals!
Ladybirds
May-Jul
Red Campion
(Silene dioica)
NoneLarge White
Duke of Burgundy
Wall
Scarlet Tiger-Moth
Latticed Heath
Blood-Vein
Elephant Hawk-Moth
Rose Chafer
May-Sep
Knapweed
(Centaurea nigra)
NoneLarge White
Green-Veined White
Brimstone
Wall
Ringlet
Marsh Fritillary
Marbled White
Silver-Washed Fritillary
Large Skipper
Six-Spot Burnet
Blood-Vein
Yellow Shell
Elephant Hawk-Moth
Rose Chafer
Ladybirds
Jun-Sep
Wild Thyme
(Thymus serpyllum)
NoneSmall Copper
Common Blue
Small Blue
Duke of Burgundy
Green Hairstreak
Small Tortoiseshell
Large Skipper
Scarlet Tiger-Moth
Latticed Heath
Blood-Vein
Ladybirds
Jun-Sep
Musk Mallow
(Malva moschata)
NoneLarge White
Green-Veined White
Gatekeeper
Small Tortoiseshell
Red Admiral
Rose Chafer
Jun-Sep

Of course, the lepids will have no birds or bats preying on them, so careful management is needed to preventing boom-and-bust cycles.  To some extent, there will be some predation from the ladybirds, who will happily eat butterfly eggs if aphid numbers are low, and parasitic wasps have a knack for getting into everywhere, from our glasshouse to the bodies of caterpillars.  I suppose we cold also net the surplus butterflies and release them outside of the glasshouse, but this would only work legally for species that aren’t endangered, aren’t migratory, and occur naturally in the local environment.  We could even make a bit of an event of the release, could be good for PR – though probably best not to include cabbage whites…

But thinking about it, a few plants above are described as being in pots, but probably this should apply to most of them (except for the alder buckthorn, the ivy, and the honeysuckle, which will each be istraight into soil a metre deep) – not only will it allow for different soil-types, but if any particular plant is over-grazed, it can be whisked away and put into quarantine, to prevent a population boom.  Replacement pots would be grown ‘backstage’, ready to understudy and provide fresh foliage.  Obviously, these are likely to be larger than the average garden terracotta, and contain more than one nettle or tussock of grass, but still modular enough to allow for easy relocation.  his also allows for the containers to be raised up closer to eye-level – handy for low-growers like forget-me-nots !

Hopefully, these plants will be self-sustaining (or at least self-seeding), though they don’t all love full Sun, and some like the primroses and violets will be best kept under the alder buckthorn for shade.  We can also use an evaporative cooling system for those plants that favour wetter conditions (bugle, violet, devil-s bit scabious).  Actually, the walls don’t need to be nothing-but-windows, but can include structural brickwork too, more like an orangery perhaps…  Also, where possible the air circulation will be internal, rather than having too many vents, so as to prevent too many unwanted visitors (even with a fine mesh over them).  As for the public, they will enter through an ‘airlock’ of sequential strips of hanging, overlapping, heavy plastic as is common in butterfly houses.  They’re also good for building anticipation…

To be honest, this thought-experiment started with just a dozen species and a handful of plants, but I kept finding that I could utilise the existing flora to add more butterflies, except…well, another source of nectar wouldn’t harm, and this also allows for another species as a side benefit, except this one hangs around for longer so needs another Autumn bloom,…and you can see how things started getting a bit out-of-hand.  But I think this is now a good balance of providing a decent selection of flyers in any given month.

Larviform Females

Trilobite beetles, showing the adult male (l) and adult female (r)

Larviform Females

Larviforms are ladies who remain forever young –
As they climb-up through the instars but won’t reach the highest rung.
So they stay as grubs or maggots or as caterpillar bags,
Where these slow and wingless-women are such lazy lallygags.
Most will still pupate, but then emerge as they went in –
Or at least upon the outside, though their innards had a spin.
So they still have genes for adult-forms they’ll never get to wear,
But they do tend to be larger than the chaps, so plusses there.
I guess it works for them, as long as blokes can come and find them,
And they get on with the job that evolution has assigned them.
So they’ll never get to fly, but still their shells are looking smart –
Maybe larviforms are ladies who are just big kids at heart.

Larviforms are a kind of neoteny, which I’ve discussed before.  But it’s interesting to imagine how this might have evolved.  I can see the following occurring:

1) The genitals develop early, in the final instar before pupation.  But this won’t help much if they can’t attract a mate…

2) The adult pheromones subsequently develop one stage early as well.  These two steps could be reversed, and might actually be hormonally linked, meaning a change to one will also change the other.  However, they are
both needed before the final instar can lay any eggs, unless…

Alternate 2) The insect is/becomes parthenogenic – popping out clone eggs of herself without need of a male.


3) The instar still undergoes pupation, because this is pre-programmed.


4) The imago emerges as a regular adult and carries on reproducing.

5) A subsequent mutation causes problems with the pupation, but since the larvas have already laid some eggs, it isn’t catastrophic (at least on a species level, though not much fun for the girls involved…)  But I don’t think that there has been any extensive research into the failure rates of pupas due to developmental issues, as opposed to predation.

6) For insects like the trilobite beetle, which still undergo a pupation, but then emerge as a larger version of their old self, things are more complicated.  It seems they undergo ‘pre-pupation’, where they curl up motionless for several days, still in the exoskeleton of their previous stage, and then shed that to become an adult.  They have even managed to perform metamorphosis…on their mouthparts, but nowhere else (and not caused by the old ones being liquified and then rebuilt out of the soup as in the males).  Well, they do now have working genitals, though I have no idea how far along their development was in the previous stage.  But the crucual thing is that they never undergo a final moult, so their adult form is essentially a highly-active pupa that can feed and lay eggs and from which they never emerge.  Presumably treating them with the right hormones could maybe reactivate this final moult, though I imagine it would be fatal.

Soil Savants

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Soil Savants

Slime moulds lack brains
But still can get around –
Navigating maps and mazes,
Simple cells yet going places !
Building networks for our trains,
With tunnels through the ground –
Their tendrils stretch and seek and probe,
Across the petri-dish and globe.

Hyper-Parasites

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Hyper-Parasites

Out there in the wood
Is the old oak tree,
Just lapping-up the sunshine,
All of it for free.
But there in its branches,
There lies the mistletoe,
Just sucking-up the sap
Of its clueless host below.
And there on this shrub
Is a little caterpillar,
That’s munching on the leaves
Like a cute and stealthy killer.
And inside of the bug there lurks
The grubling of a wasp,
As it chews-through the organs,
Squatting like a boss.
But inside the grubling
Is another, smaller maggot
Of a teeny-tiny wasplet
That will wear it like a jacket,
And inside of the maggot
Is a nematody worm,
And further inside that
There is a microscopic germ
Of a fungus, creeping silent
Through the gut-within-the-gut,
Which is home to a bacterium
That spawns itself in glut,
And yet even that must make space
To the lurking of a phage,
Which is suffering from oxygen
That tears apart its cage.
So they each are chowing-down,
And they each are getting fatter,
Till they burst-out of the body,
That they leave in such a tatter.
But the enemies of enemies
Don’t turn-out to be friends agen –
Just ask the plague that bit the fleas,
Then bit the rats, then bit the men…

So, I asked AI if such a Russian doll is possible, and it thought it was – though vanishly unlikley, and the length of time that all eight trophic levels could be ‘eating’ at the same time is a matter of minutes before one of the levels is killed.

Of course, inside of every cell in every multicellular-body’s body is the remains of a possible parasite, in the form of mitochondria.  But over time, evolution tends to find that the healthier a parasite can leave its host, the better the tenant does as well.  But bacteria can get in on the act as well, with their viruses that would co-opt their landlords into making a sex pilus to infect other neighbours, and accidentally carried across some of their host’s DNA with them and thus enabled the unintended spread of antibacterial resistance…

Salty Moulters

featuring the art of Joe Orlando

Salty Moulters

Sea monkeys aren’t monkeys,
Never will they be –
They don’t live in the trees
And they don’t live in the sea.
These brine shrimps are no chimps,
They’re bugs with jointed limbs –
Such fascinating little imps,
Or tiny specks who swim.
There’s plenty fun invertebrates,
But these are pretty scant –
If you want pets that resonate,
You’re better off with ants.
Funky, shrunky monkeys,
Who are oh-so very wee –
They’re glorious, but also junk,
As dinky as a flea.

Counting Forwards

Geological Time Spiral by Joseph Graham, William Newman, & John Stacy

     Counting Forwards

Imagine, if we like,
To the Earth when it was younger –
Let’s go back in our minds
As Rodinia accretes and binds.
Imagine all the life,
With its breeding and its hunger,
Is all within the ocean wide,
While all the land is dead and dried.
Go on back a billion years
To when the Tonian began,
And the first alga brave appears
In the inter-tidal span.
And let’s call this Year Thousand in our plan.

Now imagine, if you like,
A thousand million later –
To Britain, as it will become,
Through evolution’s endless sum.
Let’s use the past to take a hike,
To be our ad-hoc dater –
With ev’ry year that we explore
That’s adding-on a million more.
Ready ?  Well then, come with me !
To Year One Thousand, long before,
When Vinland Vikings rule the sea
And early green specs dot the shore –
And let’s see history expand once more.

            1000-1280
The Tonian is a long old stretch,
From Ethelred to Longshanks.
We’re not sure when things happened quite,
So none of these are strong ranks,
But sponges would appear to appear
Around the Fourth Crusade,
Just as we leave the Dark Age,
As the Boring Billion fade.

            1280-1365
The Cryogenian grows cold,
As the mediaeval warmth recedes –
The plague upsets the status quo,
As animals succeed.
The monks and fossils leave their records,
(Fewer than we’d wish),
As peasants rise-up, and the jellies –
Both the combs and fish.

            1365-1460
The Ediacaran, through the Hundred Years War,
Is a pregnant time.
The Agincourt slaughter sees new forms of life
Are on the climb.
We’ve so little idea what,
Though likely all the phyla we know
Are going their separate ways back then,
As the trade and prosperity grow.

            1460-1515
Bang !  The War of the Cambrian Roses
And Henry Tudor the Trilobite.
Bosworth Field is awash with early fish,
As eyes first see the light.
Predators prey, so the shell evolves,
And the codpiece probes the way to dress –
And we know so much of those olden times
Because of the Burgess printing press.

            1515-1555
The Ordovician sweeps the monks away
And ends in the great divorce –
The Little Ice Age causes mass extinction,
Though with a patchy force.
Most of the phyla shrug it off,
As do the merchants of the day,
While plants colonise a whole new world of land,
Down Mexico way.

            1555-1580
The Elizabethan Silurian
Sees vascular plants grow bodice and ruff,
While armoured fish develop jaws
As Catholics have it tough.
The millipedes creep onto shore
While Mary Queen of Scots must flee,
And Francis Drake sails round the world,
While scorpions swarm the sea.

            1580-1640
Awaiting the tetrapod armada in Plymouth,
Comes the Devonian span –
Sharks and ammonites emerge
In the Tempest of Caliban.
King James writes his Bible
On the wood of the early trees,
Till the Civil War extinction
Brings the shallows to their knees.

            1640-1700
With the Carboniferous Restoration,
Amphibeans arrive.
There’s giant dragonflies in the endless forests,
Where spiders thrive.
They lay-down future coal, of course,
As London is aflame –
Till the Glorious Revolution,
When the reptiles change the game.

            1700-1750
The Permian now joins Pangaea
With the Hannoverian line –
Dimetrodon and future-mammals
Have their chance to shine.
But from the North, a Great Dying
Sweeps them from their heights –
The lava traps of Siberia,
And the pikes of the Jacobites.

            1750-1800
The Triassic sees a trident of firsts –
Pterasaurs, crocomorphs, dinosaurs.
The sea’s full of plessies and ichthies and turtles,
An empire stretching to distant shores.
But American lizards break away
From rule they call draconian,
And a great extinction’s coming-in
That’s all thanks to Napoleon.

            1800-1855
The Regency brings us the Jurassic,
Victoria sees placentas get birthed,
While the Chartists challenge the old big beasts,
As the sauropods shake the earth.
The allosaurs fight stegosaurs,
While archaeopteryx soar above
Of the Valley of Death as India splits,
On their way to becoming a dove.

            1855-1935
The Cretaceous next, but where to start ?
Pangea well-and-truly splits,
While flowers bloom for Victoria’s weeds,
And spinosaurs are Edwardian hits.
Veloceraptors perish in the Depression,
But T-Rex jazzes the town
With Triceratops to the very end,
When the asteroid comes crashing down.

            1935-2000+
Into the Cenozoic we go,
As the atom bomb sees things get hot.
Mammals and birds diversify,
As hippy grasses grab their shot.
Hominids climb down from the trees
As Tony Blair brings-down the freeze –
Then Christmas Day in ’99
Sees farmers plant communities.

Imagine, if we like,
Where our journey goes from here –
What might the next long thousand bring
To life that’s ever-quickening ?
And when extinctions strike,
Then new forms suddenly appear.
History shows progress all the while,
Though fashions change the style.
But here, for now, our trek is done,
We’ve counted up the years we hold,
From an Anglo-Saxon simple son
To multi-cultured forms so bold.
They tell the greatest story ever told.

Happy birthday ! Yes, it’s true, Rhyming Couplets is turning six, so here’s a special treat for anyone who’s still out there.

Similar to my championing of the Holocene Calendar, I hate counting backwards, and can’t wrap my head around the numbers.  Therefore I propose the Paleontology Calendar, which can either begin at 0 (equal to 2,000 MYA) when the Great Oxydation Event was coming to an end, or at 1,000 MYA when the first algae was colonising the land.  The latter is more useful, as it results in three-digit numbers rather than four, as we don’t have much evidence for what happened prior to the Ediacaran fauna emerging (they’re not called the Boring Billion for nothing…)  However, I’ve adopted the former here so that the dates can line up with European history to make conceptualiseing the events easier, at least for me. By happy coincidence, 1000 MYA is also when Bicellum first appears, which might just be the earliest evidence we have of animals evolving away from algae…

Note that all dates prior to the Cambrian are tentative and likely to change in the future.  Just when the animal phylums diverged is unclear as there are very few fossils, and rely on DNA analysis and molecular clocks.  Furthermore, the current estimated dates may be a few years different from their historical counterparts for the sake convenience (for example, some think that algae first poked its head out of the water as early as 1200 MYA).  Come on, this is a poem, not a textbook !

Ediacaran

Life in the Ediacaran by John Sibbick

Ediacaran

The Victorians couldn’t have known, of course,
The abundance of life in the lifeless rocks –
The explosion before the trilobites,
With multicellular building blocks.
The fossils are rare, but they are there,
In Charnia and Kimberella.
What were they ?  We don’t quite know –
Foundation in the stony cellar.
Dickinsonia, Cyclomedusa,
You flourished, then you died away.
The Boring Billion birthed you all –
Our great ancestral stray.

Yet still the Paleozoic begins,
Long after the glories of Avalon.
That makes no sense, not now we know
What the Cambrian was built upon.
Dismissed as children’s stories,
We have had to wait a long long time –
Yet the Pre- was not so pre at all,
Its oceans teemed with some strange slime…
The end of the Cryogenian, that’s the border,
That’s when things got big –
Spriggina and Aspidella are waiting –
All we have to do is dig…

Limb-Slungs & Beam-Shanks

This illustration seems to come from The Burke Museum, but alas I have no idea who drew it.

Limb-Slungs & Beam-Shanks

Some daddy-longlegs are spiders in cellars,
And some daddy-longlegs are leg-craning flies.
Some are strange scorpings who walk in the harvest,
But all have more leg than they should for their size.
Some daddy-longlegs are tip-toeing fellers,
And some daddy-longlegs are mummies-on-stilts.
Some have evolved from their cousins the farthest,
But all are as lanky as when they were built.

Turbo

Turbo petholatus by Wikipedia

Turbo

I wonder if Carl Linnaeus smiled
As he coined a name for a water-snail
As if a windmill in a gale.
Perhaps the twist of its shell beguiled,
But given its lack of energy,
He must have seen the irony ?

Forever dubbed forever more
By a name befitting of cavaliers
To a bug with neither joints nor gears –
In the age of steam, as the turbines roar,
What did they think of their silent whirlwind,
Forever failing to twirl and spin ?

But maybe our Carl was being sublime ?
As cyclones on their well-greased heels,
Like plugholes, perhaps, or waterwheels,
But they did so in their own sweet time –
Forever in motion, the will that drives,
Revolving their shells throughout their lives.

Perhaps Carl was thinking of the popular hobby of snail racing ?