Mule Gives Birth
!splut writes "Thumbing it's nose as science, a Moroccan mule has given birth. Mules, hybrids between horse and donkey, are normally infertile, due to differences between the number and structure of horse and donkey chromosomes. Nevertheless, for reasons not well understood, fertile mules do occur, infrequently, with some 60 documented live births since 1527."
So what is really interesting is whether the offspring are fertile. If so, then we can start breeding mules from mules, and we have a new species.
And where does the infertility in mules normally lie? Is it a male thing or a female thing? Or both?
The Second Foundation barely saved the Seldon plan from the Mule the last time. This kid could ruin everything!
One possible explantion for this rare occurance, one that I can see, anyway - Horses have 64 chromosomes in their normal diploid state, with haploid gametes having 32. Donkeys have 62 chromosomes in normal diploid state, with haploid gametes having 31. This gives a mule 63 chromosomes. If one gamete had experienced non-disjunction during meiosis (that is, one pair of homologues did not split correctly, giving one daughter cell 2 copies of a chromosome, and one none), a mule could have 62 or 64 chromosomes (depending on which gamete it received). This is not a very rare occurance, Down Syndrome or Kleinfelter's Syndromes in humans (trisomy 21 and XXY respectively). While most cases of non-disjunction produce abnormal offspring, in humans, for example, an XXX female is completely normal, except for a usually smaller stature. A case like this, where the offspring IS normal, is relatively rare, and a similar situation could be occuring in these fertile mules.
The truth is that speciation is not very well understood. In many ways 'species' is a convenient abstraction - we humans like to put horses and donkeys into two discrete buckets and not think much about anything in between. In reality there is no law of nature that says that all living entities must belong to exactly one of our convenient buckets.
The 'infertile children' definition works pretty well, but it is not perfect. Another problematic example is that of a species of birds that live in different territories around the globe. The birds can mate with other birds in their own or in adjacent territories. In other words, the birds in the first territory can mate with those in the second territory, and those in the second with those in the third, and so on all the way around the globe - and finally the birds of the last territory can again mate with those in the first. However, it turns out that the birds cannot mate with birds several territories away. Our convenient species definition breaks apart.
Tor
Now that's some half-assed science.
"We must cultivate our garden." -- Voltaire
My parents met in Venezuala, working for shell oil, in the late 1940s. Shell had a company store where the North American employees could buy stuff you couldn't normally get in Venezuala. They had North American bungaloes for the North American employees. They had a little school with a North American teacher (my mom) for their children.
Like other North Americans my parents had a local cleaning lady. Unlike some of the other North Americans my parents learned Spanish.
My mom told how she taught Dahlia, how to prepare potatoes North American style. Including baking them. You peirce the skin so the steam can escape. I know most people do this by poking them with a fork. But in my family we cut a small X in the skin.
My mom's spanish wasn't yet sufficient to explain why you cut an X however.
A couple of days later there was an explosion in the kitchen. Dahlia is standing over the oven door, covered with exploded baked potatoe.
She was hysterical, and very apologetic. She told my mother that she realized she must have been very religious. But, she was in a hurry, and just this once, she thought that God would forgive her if she blessed the potatoes by putting the sign of the cross in them after they were baked, not before.
Dahlia couldn't explain this explosion, except to think it was a miracle. God punished her for not blessing the potatoe with a cross.
So, was it really a miracle? Of course not. Does an inability to explain a phenomenon mean that it is the reuslt of supernatural intervention? Of course not. Not with exploding potatoes, or with unexplained births.
The beeb and the British Mule org may have said mules are infertile because they have an odd number of chromosomes. But I am skeptical.
Here is an excerpt from a page about the Przewalski Horse
So, even if this site is mistaken to say that the 65 chromosome hybrid is fertile, what if you crossed a 62 chromosome Ass with a 66 chromosome Przewalski's Horse? That hybrid would have 64 chromosomes. Would that make it fertile?
Horse mother, donkey sire - offspring is a mule. Donkey mother, horse sire - offspring is a hinny. Genetically indistinguishable from a mule. I presume the two different names predate modern genetics.
Mules are stronger, and more intelligent than horses.
Like mules, a hybrid of a zebra and a horse, or a zebra and a donkey, is infertile. Or a hybrid between any of the three species of zebra.
Fans of breeding exotic hybrids have dreamed up all kinds of "cute" names for the different crosses. Seems annoying to me.
Breeding exotic hybrids of endangered species seems very irresponsible to me. But there are people who do it. It seems to me that breeding a Liger or Tigon means you are wasting the reproductive potential of the parents. The Quagga is a recently extinct subspecies of Plains Zebra. There is a project to find Plains Zebras with the most Quagga like characteristics, and breed them, to try to restore them.
This seems like a bad idea to me too. It seems to me that it makes more sense to husband the remaing genetic heritage of the Plains Zebra.
The sixth surviving equid is the very rare Przewalskis' Horse. Extinct in the wild. 150 survive in zoos. Originally found in Mongolia. It is not too late to try to preserve this animal's genetic heritage.