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Facultative parthenogenesis discovered in wild copperheads and water moccasins

Mary Copperhead with one her baby Jesuses.

Parthenogenesis is a form of asexual reproduction that is found in certain multicellular species, including vertebrates.

Certain species of whiptail lizard exist only as females that reproduce through “lesbian sex” (though it’s not technically “sex”). This mating behavior is thought to stimulate ovulation, and the female lizard lays eggs that consist only of other females. There is no male contribution to the offspring.

These lizards engage in obligate parthenogenesis. but another form of parthenogenesis also exists– facultative parthenogenesis.

In this form of parthenogenesis, the females switch between sexual and asexual forms of reproduction. This particular form has been observed in many species, including several species of shark and the Komodo dragon.

In squamates (snakes, lizards, and “worm lizards”), it was thought that facultative parthenogenesis happened only in captive females.

But a recent study of wild caught copperheads and water moccasins shows that even wild female squamates occasionally in parthenogenetic reproduction.  This was the first time facultative parthenogenesis had been observed in wild vertebrates.

Female snakes apparently produce only male offspring through parthenogenesis.

It was thought that isolation from males of their species would stimulate females to reproduce in this way, but this study shows that even females that have lived around males of their species will occasionally produce parthenogenetic offspring.

The researchers looked at microsatellites in the DNA of offspring born to 22 wild-caught female copperheads and 37 female water moccasins.

They found that one female in each species sample had given birth without having mated with a male, which means that as much as 5% of all litters produced by these snakes are produced through parthenogenesis.

Of course, another study with a much larger sample size will be needed to determine the full extent of this form of reproduction in these two snakes, but the fact that it was found it two distinct species suggests that it is relatively widespread in both of them. If it had been found only copperheads, we could say that the single parthenogenetic litter was just a fluke. It would have been the first time it had been confirmed in the wild, but it wouldn’t have been so interesting.

But finding it in both species raises important questions about exactly how widespread it is in squamates.

Copperheads and water moccasins (also called “cottonmouths”) are two close relatives.  The copperhead is found throughout the Eastern and Central US, while the water moccasin is found throughout the subtropical South and along the Mississippi drainage as far north as extreme southern Illinois and extreme southwestern Indiana.

They classified in the genus Agkistrodon.  The copperhead is A.  contortrix, and the water moccasin is A. piscivorus.  I don’t think the two species can interbreed, but I don’t know if any genetic studies have looked at when the two species last shared a common ancestor.

West Virginia has only copperheads, which are the less venomous of the two species. I have had a lot of experience with copperheads. When I was a kid, I was told never to go walking at night, because I’d likely be bitten by a snake. I did encounter several copperheads on my walks, but they always slithered away. They are very reluctant to bite.

However, we had more than a few dogs bitten by them. I remember one Jack Russell that my grandpa had custody over that never seemed to learn about copperheads. One time she bayed something under his building, and when she came out, she seemed fine. But about an hour later, the flesh on her lower jaw began to swell up, and it wasn’t long before she looked like a pelican. An emergency trip to the vet was in order, where she got an antivenin shot and antibiotics.

And that was only one encounter.

For whatever reason, golden retrievers tend to leave the snakes alone. Perhaps they have too much sense to waste time on snakes, but they just never seemed to cause problems with them. (I know that’s not a universal concept, but I’ve never seen a golden retriever go out looking for snakes in the way I’ve seen other dogs do it.)

The West Virginia tradition was always to kill every copperhead one encountered, but I’ve often wondered about the wisdom of such a custom. One can teach a dog to leave copperheads alone, and as venomous snakes go, copperheads have fairly mild venom. They are also very unlikely to bite.

When I was a very young child, my dad killed one that was “pregnant.”   These snakes are ovoviviparous, which means that the embryos form in eggs inside the mother’s body. When they hatch, they are born. Unlike mammals, they are not fed by a placenta. It is an actual egg inside the mother’s body. Dad hacked open the snake’s body to reveal the developing embryos, and I distinctly remember that being one of the coolest things ever.

Maybe that female copperhead had been mated by male.

Maybe not.

But these snakes certainly deserve a little more respect than they have received.

They are not cute and cuddly.

They are not social animals.

They are not wolves, which remind of dogs and “noble savages.”

They are not panda, which remind of teddy bears.

They are the evil snake of Christian legend. Satan incarnate in the Garden of Eden.

The great irony is that humans can never have a virgin birth.

But the serpents can.

 

 

 

 

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Coyote ruins deer hunt

Well, this morning was opening day for modern firearms deer season in West Virginia.

I went out about fifteen minutes before my dad and took my position at The Hooch.

It was a morning of hard frost and grayness.

But it was also a morning of birds. I heard ravens calling all morning. Blue jays shrieked, and crows cawed. Every tree seemed to have some form of woodpecker on it. Big pileated woodpeckers flitted among the skeleton trees. Little downy woodpeckers crept up the trunks. I saw at least one northern flicker, and I’m pretty sure there was a least one red-bellied woodpecker in their midst.

There were also a great many gray squirrels scurrying about. Some of these were melanistic.

But none paid much attention to me.

There were lots of things moving about.

Just no deer.

At about 9:30, the demeanor of the squirrels changed dramatically.

They started  “squacking”– a sound you have to hear to understand fully. It’s an alarm call.

I knew they weren’t making noises about me. They had known I was there for quite some time, but I really didn’t think much of their sounds.

My guess is a hawk of some sort was nearby.

Their squacking went on for about 15 minutes.

Then I heard a shot about 150 yards to my right.

Something barked twice, and then a big gray figure tore across the most distant ridge. It was running fast.

I assumed it was a coyote or a dog, but I didn’t know who would have been dumb enough to let a dog roam during deer season.

About ten minutes later, my dad appeared to my right.

He asked me if I’d seen anything.

I hadn’t.

“I shot at a coyote. It was pretty big.”

“Is that what that was?”

Apparently, coyotes are bad news for gray squirrels.

I wouldn’t have thought that a single coyote would cause such reaction among them.

But virtually every squirrel in the woods started making alarm calls.

Having seen so many dogs fail at squirrel chasing, I wonder how much more successful coyotes must be.

I’ve never seen squirrels have this reaction to a mere dog roaming near them, but just one coyote in the vicinity caused the squirrels to hit the panic button.

My guess is the coyote was also the reason why the deer weren’t around. These coyotes do hunt deer, but everyone knows that even one free-roaming dog of modest size can cause deer to avoid areas they normally frequent.

So I guess the coyote ruined the deer hunt.

At least the deer killing part of it anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

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“The Hooch”

I spent the morning in the deer blind.  My grandpa always called it “The Hooch.”  I don’t know its etymology. It has nothing to do with that dog movie (in case you were wondering). It’s a modified school bus house. In the old days, the school systems in West Virginia would put up bus houses, which were meant to be some modest form of shelter  for kids waiting on the bus during the winter.

The Hooch has been moved many times. When it was initially set up for hunting purposes, it was called the Ramada Inn. My grandpa set it up for comfort and convenience. It even had a propane heater for those really cold, snowy deer season mornings.

My sister and I were employed to give it its first coat of paint. It was painted Pennzoil yellow, and I wound up getting more yellow paint in my sister’s hair than I got on The Hooch.

  Gun I shoot shit with. 

One of the features of The Hooch is that my grandpa installed a box to its side. The purpose? To be a nice footrest.

However, the squirrels have decided that the footrest box is a nice place for an alfresco restaurant, and they have chewed massive holes in it.

They also leave their trash all over the place:

Deer hunting wasn’t very fruitful today.

I’ll explain why in another post.

(But if we are friends on Facebook, then you know already…)

 

 

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Herman Cain meets Bill Nye

And he puts it on his Facebook status. His followers are not amused:

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Millionaire year

If I had a dollar for every hit this year…

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Smelling where the deer were

Source.

There is no finer time in life than time spent in nature with a good dog.

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Beautiful refutation of intelligent design

Source.

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