CHAPTER III.

A WAVE OF LIFE,

For many years, while living in my own home on the pampas, I kept a

journal, in which all my daily observations on the habits of animals and

kindred matters were carefully noted. Turning back to 1872-3, I find my

jottings for that season contain a history of one of those waves of

life--for I can think of no better name for the phenomenon in

question--that are of such frequent occurrence in thinly-settled

regions, though in countries like England, seen very rarely, and on a

very limited scale. An exceptionally bounteous season, the accidental

mitigation of a check, or other favourable circumstance, often causes an

increase so sudden and inordinate of small prolific species, that when

we actually witness it we are no longer surprised at the notion

prevalent amongst the common people that mice, frogs, crickets, &c., are

occasionally rained down from the clouds.

In the summer of 1872-3 we had plenty of sunshine, with frequent

showers; so that the hot months brought no dearth of wild flowers, as in

most years. The abundance of flowers resulted in a wonderful increase of

humble bees. I have never known them so plentiful before; in and about

the plantation adjoining my house I found, during the season, no fewer

than seventeen nests.

The season was also favourable for mice; that is, of course, favourable

for the time being, unfavourable in the long run, since the short-lived,

undue preponderance of a species is invariably followed by a long period

of undue depression. These prolific little creatures were soon so

abundant that the dogs subsisted almost exclusively on them; the fowls

also, from incessantly pursuing and killing them, became quite rapacious

in their manner; whilst the sulphur tyrant-birds (Pitangus) and the

Guira cuckoos preyed on nothing but mice.

The domestic cats, as they invariably do in such plentiful seasons,

absented themselves from the house, assuming all the habits of their

wild congeners, and slinking from the sight of man--even of a former

fireside companion--with a shy secrecy in their motions, an apparent

affectation of fear, almost ludicrous to see. Foxes, weasels, and

opossums fared sumptuously. Even for the common armadillo (Dasypus

villosus) it was a season of affluence, for this creature is very adroit

in capturing mice. This fact might seem surprising to anyone who marks

the uncouth figure, toothless gums, and the motions--anything but light

and graceful--of the armadillo and perhaps fancying that, to be a

dexterous mouser, an animal should bear some resemblance in habits and

structure to the felidas. But animals, like men, are compelled to adapt

themselves to their surroundings; new habits are acquired, and the exact

co-relation between habit and structure is seldom maintained.

I kept an armadillo at this time, and good cheer and the sedentary life

he led in captivity made him excessively fat; but the mousing exploits

of even this individual were most interesting. Occasionally I took him

into the fields to give him a taste of liberty, though at such times I

always took the precaution to keep hold of a cord fastened to one of his

hind legs; for as often as he came to a kennel of one of his wild

fellows, he would attempt to escape into it. He invariably travelled

with an ungainly trotting gait, carrying his nose, beagle-like, close to

the ground. His sense of smell was exceedingly acute, and when near his

prey he became agitated, and quickened his motions, pausing frequently

to sniff the earth, till, discovering the exact spot where the mouse

lurked, he would stop and creep cautiously to it; then, after slowly

raising himself to a sitting posture, spring suddenly forwards, throwing

his body like a trap over the mouse, or nest of mice, concealed beneath

the grass.

A curious instance of intelligence in a cat was brought to my notice at

this time by one of my neighbours, a native. His children had made the

discovery that some excitement and fun was to be had by placing a long

hollow stalk of the giant thistle with a mouse in it--and every hollow

stalk at this time had one for a tenant--before a cat, and then watching

her movements. Smelling her prey, she would spring at one end of the

stalk--the end towards which the mouse would be moving at the same time,

but would catch nothing, for the mouse, instead of running out, would

turn back to run to the other end; whereupon the cat, all excitement,

would jump there to seize it; and so the contest would continue for a

long time, an exhibition of the cleverness and the stupidity of

instinct, both of the pursuer and the pursued. There were several cats

at the house, and all acted in the same way except one. When a stalk was

placed before this cat, instead of becoming excited like the others, it

went quickly to one end and smelt' at the opening, then, satisfied that

its prey was inside, it deliberately bit a long piece out of the stalk

with its teeth, then another strip, and so on progressively, until the

entire stick had been opened up to within six or eight inches of the

further end, when the mouse came out and was caught. Every stalk placed

before this cat was demolished in the same businesslike way; but the

other cats, though they were made to look on while the stick was being

broken up by their fellow, could never learn the trick.

In the autumn of the year countless numbers of storks (Ciconia maguari)

and of short-eared owls (Otus brachyotus) made their appearance. They

had also come to assist at the general feast.

Remembering the opinion of Mr. E. Newman, quoted by Darwin, that

two-thirds of the humble bees in England are annually destroyed by mice,

I determined to continue observing these insects, in order to ascertain

whether the same thing occurred on the pampas. I carefully revisited all

the nests I had found, and was amazed at the rapid disappearance of all

the bees. I was quite convinced that the mice had devoured or driven

them out, for the weather was still warm, and flowers and fruit on which

humble bees feed were very abundant.

After cold weather set in the storks went away, probably on account of

the scarcity of water, for the owls remained. So numerous were they

during the winter, that any evening after sunset I could count forty or

fifty individuals hovering over the trees about my house. Unfortunately

they did not confine their attentions to the mice, but became

destructive to the birds as well. I frequently watched them at dusk,

beating about the trees and bushes in a systematic manner, often a dozen

or more of them wheeling together about one tree, like so many moths

about a candle, and one occasionally dashing through the branches until

a pigeon--usually the Zenaida maculata--or other bird was scared from

its perch. The instant the bird left the tree they would all give chase,

disappearing in the darkness. I could not endure to see the havoc they

were making amongst the ovenbirds (Furnarius rufus--a species for which

I have a regard and affection almost superstitious), so I began to shoot

the marauders. Very soon, however, I found it was impossible to protect

my little favourites. Night after night the owls mustered in their usual

numbers, so rapidly were the gaps I made in their ranks refilled. I grew

sick of the cruel war in which I had so hopelessly joined, and resolved,

not without pain, to let things take their course. A singular

circumstance was that the owls began to breed in the middle of winter.

The field-labourers and boys found many nests with eggs and young birds

in the neighbourhood. I saw one nest in July, our coldest month, with

three half-grown young birds in it. They were excessively fat, and,

though it was noon-day, had their crops full. There were three mice and

two young cavies (Cavia australis) lying untouched in the nest.

The short-eared owl is of a wandering disposition, ard performs long

journeys at all seasons of the year in search of districts where food is

abundant; and perhaps these winter-breeders came from a region where

scarcity of prey, or some such cause, had prevented them from nesting at

their usual time in summer.

The gradual increase or decrease continually going on in many species

about us is little remarked; but the sudden infrequent appearance in

vast numbers of large and comparatively rare species is regarded by most

people as a very wonderful phenomenon, not easily explained. On the

pampas, whenever grasshoppers, mice, frogs or crickets become

excessively abundant we confidently look for the appearance of

multitudes of the birds that prey on them. However obvious may be the

cause of the first phenomenon--the sudden inordinate increase during a

favourable year of a species always prolific--the attendant one always

creates astonishment: For how, it is asked, do these largo birds, seldom

seen at other times, receive information in the distant regions they

inhabit of an abundance of food in any particular locality? Years have

perhaps passed during which, scarcely an individual of these kinds has

been seen: all at once armies of the majestic white storks are seen

conspicuously marching about the plain in all directions; while the

night air resounds with the solemn hootings of innumerable owls. It is

plain that these birds have been drawn from over an immense area to one

spot; and the question is how have they been drawn?

Many large birds possessing great powers of flight are, when not

occupied with the business of propagation, incessantly wandering from

place to place in search of food. They are not, as a rule, regular

migrants, for their wanderings begin and end irrespective of seasons,

and where they find abundance they remain the whole year. They fly at a

very great height, and traverse immense distances. When the favourite

food of any one of these species is plentiful in any particular region

all the individuals that discover it remain, and attract to them all of

their kind passing overhead. This happens on the pampas with the stork,

the short-eared owl, the hooded gull and the dominican or black-backed

gull--the leading species among the feathered nomads: a few first appear

like harbingers; these are presently joined by new comers in

considerable numbers, and before long they are in myriads. Inconceivable

numbers of birds are, doubtless, in these regions, continually passing

over us unseen. It was once a subject of very great wonder to me that

flocks of black-necked swans should almost always appear flying by

immediately after a shower of rain, even when none had been visible for

a long time before, and when they must have come from a very great

distance. When the reason at length occurred to me, I felt very much

disgusted with myself for being puzzled over so very simple a matter.

After rain a flying swan may be visible to the eye at a vastly greater

distance than during fair weather; the sun shining on its intense white

plumage against the dark background of a rain-cloud making it

exceedingly conspicuous. The fact that swans are almost always seen

after rain shows only that they are almost always passing.

Whenever we are visited by a dust-storm on the pampas myriads of hooded

gulls--Larus macnlipen-nis--appear flying before the dark dust-cloud,

even when not a gull has been seen for months. Dust-storms are of rare

occurrence, and come only after a long drought, and, the water-courses

being all dry, the gulls cannot have been living in the region over

which the storm passes. Yet in seasons of drought gulls must be

continually passing by at a great height, seeing but not seen, except

when driven together and forced towards the earth by the fury of the

storm.

By August (1873) the owls had vanished, and they had, indeed, good cause

for leaving. The winter had been one of continued drought; the dry grass

and herbage of the preceding year had been consumed by the cattle and

wild animals, or had turned to dust, and with the disappearance of their

food and cover the mice had ceased to be. The famine-stricken cats

sneaked back to the house. It was pitiful to see the little burrowing

owls; for these birds, not having the powerful wings and prescient

instincts of the vagrant Otus brachyotus, are compelled to face the

poverty from which the others escape. Just as abundance had before made

the domestic cats wild, scarcity now made the burrowing owls tame and

fearless of man. They were so reduced as scarcely to be able to fly, and

hung about the houses all day long on the look-out for some stray morsel

of food. I have frequently seen one alight and advance within two or

three yards of the door-step, probably attracted by the smell of roasted

meat. The weather continued dry until late in spring, so reducing the

sheep and cattle that incredible numbers perished during a month of cold

and rainy weather that followed the drought.

How clearly we can see in all this that the tendency to multiply

rapidly, so advantageous in normal seasons, becomes almost fatal to a

species in seasons of exceptional abundance. Cover and food without

limit enabled the mice to increase at such an amazing rate that the

lesser checks interposed by predatory species were for a while

inappreciable. But as the mice increased, so did their enemies.

Insectivorous and other species acquired the habits of owls and weasels,

preying exclusively on them; while to this innumerable army of residents

was shortly added multitudes of wandering birds coming from distant

regions. No sooner had the herbage perished, depriving the little

victims of cover and food, than the effects of the war became apparent.

In autumn the earth so teemed with them that one could scarcely walk

anywhere without treading on mice; while out of every hollow weed-stalk

lying on the ground dozens could be shaken; but so rapidly had they

devoured, by the trained army of persecutors, that in spring it was hard

to find a survivor, even in the barns and houses. The fact that species

tend to increase in a geometrical ratio makes these great and sudden

changes frequent in many regions of the earth; but it is not often they

present themselves so vividly as in the foregoing instance, for here,

scene after scene in one of Nature's silent passionless tragedies opens

before us, countless myriads of highly organized beings rising into

existence only to perish almost immediately, scarcely a hard-pressed

remnant remaining after the great reaction to continue the species.

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