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384 pages, Hardcover
First published March 1, 2022
Nutcrackers aren't especially social birds, but they have impressive brains. For them, it's a matter of remembering where they've hidden seeds to see them through the winter. They might hide as many as a hundred thousand seeds each autumn and can remember where they've hidden them even months later - bear that in mind next time you lose your keys.When I read a book this exceptional, it makes me happy and I think life is good.
“Whales eat a colossal amount of food—for blue whales, as much as 4 tons per day—and what goes in must come out. Whales typically crap near the surface of the ocean. If you’ve ever lain awake at night wondering what whale shit looks like, allow me to enlighten you: they don’t produce a great whale-sized log; it’s much more of a massive, explosive, nuggety cloud of Brown Windsor soup. This is something I learned as I watched from a boat, with an exquisite mixture of delight and horror, as a snorkeling colleague of mine became engulfed in one such gargantuan cetacean bum detonation.”
“Armed with an artist’s paintbrush, Steve and his colleagues diligently and repeatedly tickled specific parts of solitary locusts’ bodies for five seconds every minute. The outcome of the experiment was stunning—simply stroking the hind legs of solitary desert locusts periodically over a period of four hours caused them to morph into their marauding, hyper-social form.”
Imaginary conversation ensues:
‘So, what do you do for work?’
‘Tickling locusts. You?’
‘Oh, I observe whale poop.’
“A cockroach isolated in early life is in fact a tragic figure. It grows more slowly than its peers, and, even as an adult, it finds itself on the margins of its society. Unable to mingle and interact properly, it struggles to join cockroach groups and has an unfulfilling love life. If only they could write, such cockroaches might produce haunting poetry of surpassing beauty and pathos about their existential misery.”
“This Caribbean island is home to the guppy, a familiar resident of many a fish tank. These are small fish, no more than an inch or so in length, with a relentless, unquenchable commitment to sex.”
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“For those high-status birds who attract a following, there may be a benefit to drawing a crowd. Often, the top birds can be found in the most desirable place in the roost, whether that be in the center of the congregation or toward the tops of trees. Those birds that cluster around them, or below them, act as a buffer against predators. Those below also pay the price of being crapped on.”
“There he was, magnificently poised, his head down, his gargantuan body at an oblique angle, his great pectoral flukes held out to either side like an opera star in the full throes of musical drama. Just one small thing was wrong—his song was awful. I’m not being overly critical—I don’t mean he fluffed a note. For all I know, listening humpbacks in a 50-mile radius were entranced by its soulfulness. But he sounded like a pig coming round from a hangover. He was among a select and tiny group of animals on Earth who are worse at singing than me.”
“Yet despite the multifarious ways that we greet friends, we can’t match the diversity seen in the animal kingdom. Lobsters urinate in each other’s faces as a “how d’you do,” while dogs, of course, are inveterate bum sniffers. Cichlid fish buzz at the return to the nest of a partner. White-faced capuchins say hello by sticking their fingers up their chum’s nose, while the same message in male Guinea baboons is achieved by fiddling with a friend’s phallus. It’s a demonstration of trust, you see, though, on balance, I prefer the Yorkshire approach.”