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Photo: The Aquarium Guide.
The silver arowana, a mouthbrooding fish. The dads incubate eggs in their mouths.

Here’s another dad story in time for Father’s Day — this one from the animal kingdom.

New York Times reporter Elizabeth Preston wrote about research on male fish that carry eggs in their mouth until they hatch.

“Lurking among the underwater plants in Australia’s ponds and streams is a fish called the mouth almighty. The species is named for its impressive jaws, which snap up passing prey. But the males also use their almighty mouths to gently carry as many as hundreds of babies.

“The dads do this oral caretaking, called mouthbrooding, for two or three weeks at a time. Like other mouthbrooding fish, they do so at great personal cost. Yet, according to a study published [in] the journal Biology Letters, mouth almighty fathers sometimes carry babies that aren’t their own.

“The study’s lead author, Janine Abecia, is a Ph.D. candidate at Charles Darwin University in Northern Territory, Australia, where she’s been studying the mouth almighty, or Glossamia aprion, as well as the blue catfish Neoarius graeffei. Both live in the freshwater environments of Australia. Fathers of both species scoop fertilized eggs into their mouths and carry them until after the young have hatched.

“Her research has suggested that these two species don’t eat at all when they’re on dad duty. … Research in other kinds of mouthbrooders — which can be fathers or mothers, depending on the species — has shown that they don’t eat, either. Having a mouth stuffed with offspring may also make it difficult to breathe. And it seems to slow down the parent, potentially making it harder to escape predators, Mrs. Abecia said. …

“[It makes] sense that fish parents would only engage in oral caretaking for babies they’re certain are their own. Yet scientists don’t know how often this is true. ‘It’s actually a question I’ve long been interested in,’ [Tony Wilson, a biologist at Brooklyn College who studies reproduction in fish and wasn’t involved in the research] said.

“Mrs. Abecia collected mouthbrooding fathers of both the mouth almighty and blue catfish from rivers in the Northern Territory. She collected additional adult fish, with no young in their mouths, for genetic comparison. Then she selected about 10 eggs or babies from each father’s mouth and analyzed their DNA to figure out where they’d come from.

“With the blue catfish, things were as expected. All nine dads seemed to be carrying their own young, and those baby fish all had the same mother.

“Inside the powerful jaws of the mouth almighty, though, things were a little weird. The mouth almighty species forms seemingly faithful pairs in the lab, Mrs. Abecia said. Yet … two batches of young had multiple mothers, suggesting that the male had courted a female while he already had eggs in his mouth. One batch had multiple fathers. … And in one batch, the young were totally unrelated to the fish that was carrying them.

“ ‘It’s a very small study,’ Dr. Wilson said, so it would be ‘premature’ to draw conclusions. … But, he added, the genetic techniques used in this study are making it easier for scientists to ask [questions]. …

“Scientists have already discovered other mouthbrooding fish carrying the wrong babies. In one type of cardinalfish, about 8 percent of broods included a second dad’s young. A study of fish called silver arowanas found that out of 14 brooding dads, two had mouths full of offspring that were totally unrelated.

“For their efforts, these dads will pass down none of their genes. Why? … ‘Some female fishes in other species are attracted to males that are already caring for their young,’ Mrs. Abecia said. Males that get stuck with the wrong babies now could make up for it later.” More at the Times, here.

I know I will have a use for the name of one of these guys. How about you? Why limit the resonance of “mouth almighty” to the fish kingdom?

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Had an awesome playdate with my grandson and his parents today.

John and I pushed the stroller to a playground that has lots of climbing things and outgrown toys that families donate. On the way, we passed a neighbor’s yard. Smoke was curling up behind the fence. The three-year-old twins were roasting green coffee beans in an old popcorn maker, their dad watching. The children are apparently quite skillful aficionados and know the difference between “first crack” and “second crack,” a coffee-roasting concept that was news to me. They gave a jar of roasted beans to John to take home, with instructions to let the beans breathe overnight.

At the playground, there were many dads with toddlers. Only two moms. It seems to be a Saturday-morning phenomenon — proof that Suzanne’s high school friend Mike was onto something when he founded Playground Dad.

We also had fun playing in the pup tent that had temporarily taken over John’s dining room. And we danced. My grandson will dance at the drop of a hat. You don’t need to play music — singing a cappella or rattling a jar of freshly roasted coffee beans to a good beat will get him going. His dad took break dancing as a kid. Also tap. And his mom is a super dancer. So there you go.

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