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Word of the Week: Peduncle

4/24/2016

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peduncle

\ˈpē-ˌdəŋ-kəl \
Spring has been springing mightily around here. The camellias have come and gone; the frog has returned to the bromeliad on the back porch. I’ve made my annual pilgrimage to the tax lady, who smacked her riding crop on the desk and produced a nice refund for us. We’re already starting to get notices about the upcoming flurry of spring exams and concerts and end-of-year potlucks.
And my lovely brother has given me not one but TWO spring-appropriate offerings for this blog: a word and a webcam.

The word is peduncle
. This is a botanical term, meaning the stalk of a flower or a fruit. 

My brother came across the word back in March, when local news in DC was abuzz with the possibility of an unseasonable freeze harming the spring show of cherry blossoms. Faced with this potential calamity, the media descended on the National Park Service horticulturist tasked with producing the Official National Cherry Blossom Forecast. This nice fella happily explained to reporters that yes, bad weather at the wrong time could impact the bloom. But in fact the process of blossoming has six distinct stages, to wit: green buds, florets visible, extension of florets, peduncle elongation, puffy white, and peak bloom. And as long as we didn’t get a hard freeze during the peduncle elongation phase, all would be well.

I thought it was quite lovely that our nation sees fit to employ a Flower Ranger to keep an eye on the cherry trees. And I was even more charmed when I looked up the word. Turns out that peduncle comes from the Latin pedunculus, a combination of ped (or foot) and the diminutive suffix -unculus: so literally, a little foot. Like many young things, when cherry blossoms start growing their feet get big. But as long as their toesies don’t get too cold we will get our flowers.
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As you can see, the cherry blossoms ultimately survived their peduncular phase. Photo by David Furth

​My brother’s other springtime offering was a link to a webcam in the National Arboretum that is trained on a nest where a pair of bald eagles are raising their chicks. Some enterprising government employee has climbed 90 feet up into a tulip poplar so the USDA Agricultural Research Service can stream 24-hour live coverage of this family scene to a waiting world.
It has been hands-down the most riveting news coverage of the season. The two chicks squirm and gape as their parents keep them supplied with a seemingly endless supply of dead fish. There’s feeding and preening and sleeping and nest-tidying and careful deployment of new sticks to keep the little ones from toppling out. In bad weather the parents spread their wings and the chicks huddle underneath, and the tree sways back and forth in a long slow arc. Given a choice between the rancid political shriekfest du jour and a pair of eagles cramming regurgitated fish guts into their offspring, I’ll take the fish guts every single time.
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US National Arboretum
But I got a bit of a shock last week when I clicked on the cam link to visit the family after a few days away. When my brother first sent me the link it showed a pair of ugly gray fuzzballs flopping awkwardly around the nest, getting their little crops so crammed full of fish guts that they sometimes fell over on their faces under the sheer weight of parental nurturance. And here they were only a few days later, gloriously hideous, all claws and beak and scrawny half-molted necks, pecking at each other and clamoring for more food more food MORE FOOD.
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What happened? Suddenly it’s late April and I realize I haven’t tackled the word I’ve been sitting on since way back in March. The cherry blossoms have come and gone and the trees are in full leaf. My adolescent lurches around the nest on his elongated peduncles, polishing off ham and granola bars and gallons of milk.

Spring is like that. Blink and you’ll miss it.
3 Comments
Mary (Meyerhoff) Cresswell
4/24/2016 07:50:54 pm

If you google, you will find a barnacle peduncle. Truly awesome.

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Bluefish
4/26/2016 09:53:23 am

Wow! That is quite something! (If possibly a bit NSFW)

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Verdery
4/24/2016 08:37:01 pm

It's heartening to see those rather haughty national birds being so domestic, for all the world like pair of robins or hummingbirds.

And it's rather cheering to hear that during their adolescence, bald eagles act very much like humans in their adolescence.

Gives one a sense of solidarity with bald eagles.

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