Hello, my classmates, on this windy February day! On a completely unrelated and unprofessional note, Radiohead’s surprise new album was released yesterday, which is just peachy.

I know that Dan mentioned the colloquium on animal cognition at BU last Friday, and, like the great and terrible geek that I am, I trekked over to BU the evening before to spend the night, so that I could be there at the very crack of dawn the next day. It was a wonderful meeting of minds, and the first time I have ever been in a room full of professionals who have—perhaps improbably, and gloriously—made a real career doing exactly what I want to do: studying animal intelligence and behavior.

There were a few themes throughout the day. I was going to write about the debates over the usefulness of mirror self-recognition tests to evaluate animals’ levels of self-consciousness, but I think that’s for another blog. One issue that was repeatedly mentioned was one of my favorite topics in animal science: the usage and detriments of careful anthropomorphism.

I remember being in high school and reading whatever I could get my hands on about animals, and being presented again and again with this idea of anthropomorphism—people attributing human qualities to other species—especially where it concerned animal emotion. The way some of those authors treated this fault of anthropomorphism made it seem tantamount to a sort of scientific treason, and I became more and more irritated with them. Researchers who postulated that the animals they were studying might be feeling some sort of emotion were once castigated by their colleagues—it wasn’t a welcome explanation for animal behavior. I felt that this was a deeply flawed, exclusionary way of going about such a psychological pursuit. After all, there is no one debating the fact that humans feel happiness, sorrow, and pain—we are emotional animals, and the evolutionary reasons for having emotions seem evident to me. Emotions—and the empathic sense that reads them in others—allow us to be the social creatures that we are. Emotions are what informs our companions of ourselves, and what informs us of them. And why shouldn’t animals be the same—social animals, at the very least? Maybe not a snake (at least most of the time), who will lie in crevices or on rocks alone for most of its days, with no need to communicate an internal life to anyone (and therefore, perhaps, with no need to have such a life; though a snake would, I think, still feel pain, because pain is useful to protect oneself, and feel fear or something similar, to know and avoid future pain)—maybe not a snake. But a wolf, who bows to her brothers to say, “When I bite you now, I’ll be playing”—she needs a society to live, and to maintain her society she feels playful and plays, and her brothers, seeing her bow, know empathically what she means, and feel playful as well. This seems as clear to me as my own love for my family, or my own sadness.

So for a long time now I have maintained in my own mind that just as the scientific community insisted that we could never prove animal emotion, we will not be able to disprove it either. And over the last few years, I’ve been more and more thrilled when I look into recent popular scientific opinions on animal behavior—it is becoming widely accepted, at this point, that some animals probably feel emotion. And to me, this represents a new intellectual frontier. One of the most fascinating questions I feel I can occupy my time with is, “What is life in this animal’s body and mind?” You can ask this of individual humans, of course—we are nearing seven billion people on Earth, and every one of us, I think it is safe to presume, experiences the world in a different way, and acts differently based on their interpretations. This is despite the fact that their senses are probably quite similar to mine. But what about my cat, who lies in patches of sunlight on the carpet in the afternoon? What is the proprioception of whiskers and retractable claws? What does his vision experience—muted colors, a gray-ish world, benefited, however, by faster processing (when he watches the birds at the feeder, eyes wide and teeth chattering, is he fixating on the minute movements of feathers in air—wingflaps that to me, in my omnivorous primate body, look like nothing more than a blur, because my ancestors never needed them to be anything more)? Forget the individual, for a moment (though I am sure that even individual animals differ, which is another order of infinite complexity); the experience of every species in our world is, must be, vastly different. This is the internal expression of biodiversity on Earth.

This is the cat I'm writing about, by the way. His name is Inigo Montoya (you killed his father, prepare to die, etc., etc.). Also, he's sitting on my lap as I write this.

And so we may follow this train of thought into the idea of animal emotion. I know the particular way that grief feels to me. I know that it stems from a knowledge of loss—I have a consciousness that can be aware of a past reality where I had something or someone that I love, and be simultaneously aware of a present reality where what I love is gone. I know that this knowledge can become an imaginative catastrophe of hating the difference between past and present, and wondering over it, and that it becomes a physical sensation—my throat closes, my eyes tear, I feel exhausted. I know the dimensions of the grief I have felt before, and I know it might be different in the future. But what does a mother elephant feel when it stands over the dead body of her calf for hours, touching it with her trunk and growling? Researchers suppose that she feels something. The ritual of gathering over the dead serves no purpose but a social one. But in that moment does she feel what I may feel when, in some potential, detestable future, my own child dies? Or—like the bodily feeling of having a trunk—does she experience something that I can never know?

I’ll leave this with a story that one of the presenters told us at the colloquium (evidence, he said, that we shouldn’t be afraid, necessarily, to rely on anecdotes as scientific evidence in the study of animal behavior, lest we lose knowledge of occurrences like this):

He was biking near his home one day in Colorado, when he came across the sprawling disheveled body of a dead magpie in the road, killed by a car. Three living magpies were standing around it, so he stopped to see what they were doing. The living magpies flew briefly into the surrounding woods, and returned with pine needles in their beaks. They put them down around the carcass, and stood for a moment more. In unison then, he said, the birds slowly and almost imperceptibly bowed their heads, before they flew away together. The man, whose name is Marc Bekoff (professor of Ecology and Evolutionary Biology at the University of Colorado in Boulder), published an account of his observation, and received correspondences from people around the world saying that they had seen many corvids doing something similar.

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

Have a good break, everybody!


3 thoughts on “ There are more things: Inquiries into animal emotion ”

  1. Anthropomorphism has fascinated me all of my life. Working in the veterinary field, one quickly learns billions of dollars are made by the simple fact that most pet owners, well, anthropomorphasize. (sp?).
    Personally, it parallels the debate, “do animals have souls” ?
    I have witnessed my cats experience grief when one of our other cats dies….I have seen them be depressed for weeks at a time. Throughout the years, I have seen dogs and cats have varying degrees of emotional response when their owner dies or has to give them away.
    I believe this current debate and realizations can only work to bring the idea that we are all connected to greater heights.
    Thank you Meagan for your thoughts and insights. Kind of validates what I have believed all of my life.

    1. Hi, Marina! Nice to hear from you =)

      I wonder how you define the word “soul,” which is something that always give me pause, as it’s not a broadly defined scientific term (everyone thinks of it differently; I have my own definition, and would like to hear yours). I had forgot you were a veterinarian =) If you ever need a volunteer of some sort, by the way, I would love to work for you!! And would love to hear more of your stories…

      1. Hi Megan!
        Soul is another discussion entirely because it involves beliefs that are not quantitative. Emotions are a big step. All one has to do is watch When Animals Go Bad to witness what I believe are mental health issues. Like caging an elephant and making him live alone all his life when they are family centered animals. Solitary Confinement!?!
        I was a veterinary technician for 27 yrs., not a vet. At the time, I could not go through the training to become a veterinarian because I was shocked at the amount of justified abuse went on in veterinary colleges. I only hope it has gotten better since then. Even when I took my exam at Cornell University, they had a room of shaking, half anesthetized beagles just laying there on tables so we could take our exam and demonstrate various techniques. I had been my experience as a youngster, that the veterinary field was very abusive. I see a huge shift since then. That is why I am so thrilled to see people like you and the intellects at prestigious colleges discussing animals having emotions. I don’t work in the field anymore. I cannot deal with euthanasia. I read with interest your blog about killing the goat. At least it was for food. I have had too many experiences of killing for convenience. Euthanasia has eroded my soul.
        It’s not difficult to find veterinary volunteer jobs. I believe you could even try for a pay job as an assistant, especially one of the 24 hr. hospitals like Flannery in Newburgh.
        I believe Soul is “where you come from”. It isn’t defined as heaven to me but there is a “somewhere”. I have come to this belief by living through 49 Springs. I trust that I can look out over my dead flowers, grass etc. and know it is coming back to life this Spring. I trust there is life after death because I trust energy never dies, it just changes.
        Please keep us updated on your thoughts, discussions, events. I love this subject.
        PS….the animals playing in my living room today, seem happy.

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