Watching a bird hauling in stuff to build a nest today got me to reflecting on the marvels of nature, as a bird nest to me exemplifies those marvels and wonders. A simple bird nest; a collection of twigs and grass and leaves and roots—as well as string and plastic shopping bags---poses some deep scientific and philosophical questions.
How does that bird know how to build that nest, with all its intricacies? That bird didn’t learn it from her momma. She grew up in the nest her momma built and the next spring was fully equipped to go out and build one of her own, but nobody taught her how to do it. And as anyone who has ever examined a bird nest can tell you, that nest represents some pretty sophisticated work. I defy anyone on this forum to duplicate a bird nest in its simple perfection. You’re free to use pliers, tweezers, hemostats, zip ties, even glue. Be sure to explain to us how you were able to weave that strand of horsehair around the inner bowl of the nest, as well as those fine little grass roots and straws. As you ponder this, remember that the momma bird did all of this with just her feet and her beak.
The same principle applies to a spider web, a dirt-dobber nest or a wasp nest.
I’m not trying to open up any kind of theological debate here, but when I see these small everyday mysteries, and a million more like them, I’m just inclined to believe that there’s more at play here than the happenstance of evolutionary genetic imprinting.
How does that bird know how to build that nest, with all its intricacies? That bird didn’t learn it from her momma. She grew up in the nest her momma built and the next spring was fully equipped to go out and build one of her own, but nobody taught her how to do it. And as anyone who has ever examined a bird nest can tell you, that nest represents some pretty sophisticated work. I defy anyone on this forum to duplicate a bird nest in its simple perfection. You’re free to use pliers, tweezers, hemostats, zip ties, even glue. Be sure to explain to us how you were able to weave that strand of horsehair around the inner bowl of the nest, as well as those fine little grass roots and straws. As you ponder this, remember that the momma bird did all of this with just her feet and her beak.
The same principle applies to a spider web, a dirt-dobber nest or a wasp nest.
I’m not trying to open up any kind of theological debate here, but when I see these small everyday mysteries, and a million more like them, I’m just inclined to believe that there’s more at play here than the happenstance of evolutionary genetic imprinting.