Slighty confused

And why not? Scott pointed me at this Gizmodo post – apparently raptors have no problem with nailing radio-controlled plastic dragonflys:

After investigating the story printed in the local Manhasset Press newspaper, WowWee’s Customer Service Department determined that it has received 45 different calls over the past 2 months about hawks and other birds of prey swooping down and snatching consumers’ FlyTech Dragonfly out of the air.

Hmm. I wonder if the gadget could carry a small piece of meat? Might be good exercise for a merlin – certainly more interesting than a swung lure!

Test, then code

Patrick (in general) and a recent post by Steve (in particular) have got me thinking about closed registries, genetic diversity and dog breeding. Some of what I’m about to say is a rehash of other thoughts I’ve posted – sorry for any redundancy – them’s the breaks.

Let me start my explaining the title of the post. Years ago, I attended a software quality assurance training session led by Roger Pressman. The biggest single point I took away? Define the test plan before you start developing software (easier said than done). If you agree with the user on testing – “When I do X, I want Y to happen” – the folks developing the software have a clear statement of what they need to implement. What I call the ‘problem of intent’ remains (to be posted on someday), but letting the test plan drive requirements definition is a neat little bit of ju-jitsu.

You can generalize this idea to good effect: for things with definable endpoints like software development, bike design and dog breeding, define the desired outcome, then measure your work against the definition. In a nutshell – I don’t care how you get there, produce the dog I want.

Here’s my work in process definition of the versatile boreal cover dog:

  • Points feather instinctively. Points in a way that maximizes safety and shooting opportunities (I’m talking staunchness here).
  • Retrieves or indicates downed game (I’m a little more lax than some here, partly because I hawk and partly because ducking in the north really needs a dog focused on that activity).
  • Works at a cover-appropriate range.
  • Able to work in hour and a half blocks without problems.
  • Biddable/trainable.
  • Temperamentally solid.
  • Will blood track.
  • Genetically sound.
  • Between 20″ and 25″ at the shoulder.

Nothing in there about coat color or type, weight, ear or tail carriage, who mom and dad are registered with, etc. All of those things, while interesting if you are trying to differentiate your dog from others, are not central to the task at hand – helping the hunter bring game home. How might the Global Boreal Pointing Dog Certification Association* evaluate dogs? First off – against a standard. If your dog does x, y and z, (finds game, points it and is steady to wing and shot, for example), your dog qualifies on that portion of the evaluation. If your dog misses something entirely – bumps every bird it finds perhaps – you get a DNQ. If your dog does a fantastic job – handles, steady to wing, shot and fall, etc. – maybe you get a Q+. I’d want to include some obedience work – perhaps an AKC Canine Good Citizen/UKC Novice mashup – key element: the dog will listen to the handler and work calmly in the presence of another working dog. Finally, I’d want to have a genetic metric – something that would represent the overall genetic health of the dog. This sounds tough on the face of it, but if I’m not mistaken, it’s something that happens all the time in zoos and wildlife recovery efforts. For an individual dog, it would be a representation of the relatedness of the dog’s ancestors and would be a number you could generate for a litter before a breeding takes place.

It would be interesting – and good for the dogs – to develop a pointing dog land-race, as exists – at least for the moment – for gazehounds across Asia and the Middle East. The same model could be applied to earthdogs, stockdogs – any working dog (seems to be already there for working livestock protection dogs).

A breeder with brass ones could do a lot of this today. Test with NAVHDA, do obedience work w/ UKC (you might have to do some footwork to gin up a registry) and sit down with someone who manages a big cat studbook to figure out the genetics. My sequence would go like this: hit the lottery, buy the Walton Ford book, book a flight to the high Altai (see if Steve wanted to come) and bring back some Taigan, then develop the Indian Stream pointing mongrel. I’m having problems with step 1.

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A walk with the dogs

Inspired by the use of flickrSLiDR at Curious Expeditions, I took my camera with me when Dinah, Janey and I headed out for a stroll this morning. Boone stayed home by the wood stove – he’s had a tough couple days (just old age stuff) and neither he nor I were interested in running the oldster into the ground. So, my slide show of dogs ‘n woods:

NAAC

This should be a lot of fun – and it’s practically in my back yard. Frogs, the Black Jungle greenhouses (carnivorous plants, orchids, various and sundry exotics) and perhaps a good field trip or two. Plans right now are for “camping” at Erving State Forest. There are those who feel that no room service = camping – I’m on the other end of the spectrum. Running water and toilets? Lap ‘o luxury.

Poikilotherms

All the outdoor reptiles and amphibians around here settled in for a long winter nap some time ago. There are still plenty of reasons to get excited about cold-blooded critters – here’s one:

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Via Peculiar.

A side note – one of my Crimmus prezzints was a set of Planet Earth DVDs – narrated by David Attenborough. Wonderful!

While we’re on the subject – a combination motorcycle and turtle center in Clerkenwell:

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The etymology of cooter (as a name for turtles) is in dispute. The most common explanation is that it comes from kuta – a West African word, but another ties it back to an obsolete verb.

Wait a minute – you were thinking of another definition of cooter?!? For shame!

Dogblogging

I commented elsewhere that there seem to be two things that one does not need to teach a puppy: the play bow and what a wood stove is for. Dinah is right in the mix – participating in the slow-motion roil of boiling shorthairs.

Homers in Brooklyn

A nice article on pigeon racing in today’s Gray Lady. I didn’t see any obvious errors (I’ll let Steve be the final judge on that) and the tone isn’t ridiculously patronizing. I heave a sigh of relief for all concerned. Some quotes and pix:

A group of fliers stood in the hallway at the wake, telling their best Frank Viola stories. Remember how his birds flew missions for the Army Signal Corps in World War II? And how about the time he turned down $20,000 from a Taiwanese breeder for one of his champion pigeons?

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Mr. Mantagas was sitting on the roof of his two-story house in Coney Island, the ground floor of which he rents to the Viola club. Of the 10 pigeons he entered — most fliers enter 5 to 20 birds in a race — he was favoring a blue bar hen wearing the band number 511.

That bird, he said, had been “sitting on eggs,” a strategy that involves putting a handful of fake plastic eggs in the nest of a female pigeon in the days before a race. If a bird thinks it has been separated from its unborn chicks, the theory goes, it will fly back faster to the coop.

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Soon his favorite bird, a blue-checkered cock, appeared on the horizon, its wings pumping. Mr. Fasano reached into a crate at his feet to grab a chico, a bright white, non-racing bird that fliers use like a flare to attract the attention of incoming pigeons, and threw it into the air. Noticing the chico, the cock flew toward the roof and landed on the edge of the coop, a few feet from the electronic timer that would record its return.

Mr. Fasano took a few gingerly steps toward the bird, shaking a plastic tub of birdseed. “That’s a baby, go inside,” he said softly. The timer beeped, registering the bird’s arrival. 13:02:11. A little more than five hours from Somerset. It was a good time, maybe a winning one. After a few more birds returned, Mr. Fasano jumped into his car and set off for the Viola club, a few exits down the Belt Parkway.

Jeez, the fun stuff in Brooklyn just keeps piling up. Let’s see – I could hawk starlings with a merlin or parrots with a coops, but the shorthairs would not be happy. I guess visiting is the best bet…

Germs

Some semi-random thoughts/impressions after finishing 1491:

  • Jared Diamond’s Guns, Germs and Steel might be better titled Germs, Germs, Germs and Some Other Ancillary Stuff – at least as far as the New World is concerned. If 1491 is accurate in it’s depiction of the depopulation of the Americas as a result of smallpox and friends, the technological advantage enjoyed by Europeans is almost beside the point. One also wonders how a full-strength local population would have held up against a tiny force (the conquistadors) with superior firepower, but incredibly long and tenuous supply lines. Logistics, logistics, logistics.
  • Still with the Diamond comparo – 1491 gives a much different impression when it comes to food crops. If grains are the only thing compared, then the Old World wins big time – wheat, barley, rice, oats, rye vs. corn (maize) and quinoa. It would be interesting (I’m sure someone has already done it) to compare the caloric and protein output of milpas, medieval European farms, Andean potato plots, etc. and see if Diamond’s suggested European advantage exists.
  • Passenger pigeons. I’m leaving this as a teaser – fascinating… (Or you can click here – a post from before a personal 1492: my discovery of Querencia. In fact, searching Q for ‘1491’ – not a bad idea.)

My two biggest takeaways from the book are, first, how deeply rooted and deeply wrong the popular image of the Indian – and pre-Columbian America – is and, second, how much permaculture went on in the Americas, especially in the Amazon basin. If you haven’t read it – highly recommended.

Random photoblogging

Some pictures taken during the last week or so…

My office spider, a male Lasiodora parahybana. He has a small fan club led by a middle-school girl (her curiosity and fearlessness rock).

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A couple dart frog pictures taken when I dropped by a fellow frogger’s place to pick up a D. fantasticus. An E. bassleri Black in an ?Aechmea?:

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And a Phyllobates terriblis – the really toxic one – looking tough.

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Shifting gears a bit – a couple awful pictures of a killer vehicle. Spotted in Portsmouth on a misty evening, a Swedish Unimog. It looks like it’s set up for pumper duty – man, I love these trucks!

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For P and M

This picture was sent to me today by a co-worker. It was taken yesterday in her yard, less then a quarter mile from my office. I knew there was at least one adult gos in the area and suspected there was a pair. I’m feeling a lot more confident – now that the leaves are off the trees, I believe I’ll take a stroll and see if I can’t find a nest.

immature goshawk