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THE SWALLOWS OF CAPISTRANO
There’s a lovely little legend about these birds, the cliff swallows.
Every year on March 18th – Time has newsreel footage of this actually happening some years ago - the swallows return to the town of San Juan Capistrano in California. Many people flock to see the sight, apparently. A song has been written about this: ‘When the Swallows return to Capistrano.’
The previous day, the 17th, the scouts of the flock come sweeping in, then fly back out to sea. On the 18th itself, they come in clouds, to nest and breed. Then, on October 23rd, they fly up, circle the town, saying goodbye it seems, and then fly away.
One fascinating thing is that they are reputed to fly to Capistrano from Goya in Argentina, a distance of some 7000 miles! and back again. The migration does take place – that is a fact, and the legendary bit now follows:
The flight is mostly over water – and swallows can’t swim. They sleep on the wing, according to some accounts – but each one carries a twig in its mouth, and when fatigued, drop the twig into the water, and rest on it as it floats.
Whether the legend be true or not, the astonishing feats of bird navigation and migration defy belief. The star of this particular show must, I think, be the Arctic tern, which flies from its northern breeding grounds in the arctic, to the Antarctic (some 19,000 km) and back again every year!
A bit of imagination soon makes these feats quite unbelievable. Imagine flying at 500 - 2000 feet, clouds below, temperature low, not a landmark in sight, ploughing bravely on for 7000 miles in the case of the swallows, right down the western coast of the whole of South America. Finding food somehow, finding rest somehow, driven by some mysterious urge to do this marvellous thing.
Whatever the reason for these flights, they speak in the most powerful way imaginable of the Creator’s powers. That they should do this, heading for a destination they cannot see, with terrible problems they must meet, navigating only with a heavenly guide – it can be nothing else – they do it, unflinchingly, unquestioningly, and heroically.
And in doing so, they cast the gauntlet into the faces of evolutionists everywhere.
Consider the requirements:
1 Some kind of GPS navigation system in their brains, capable of taking them accurately the whole 7000 miles from Goya to Capistrano and 7000 more miles back again.
That alone finishes any hope any evolutionary theory may have.
A single degree off course, and they are all belly up in the ocean somewhere. That means species extinction - because they all go.
Yet, the species is still here, doing the same miraculous thing every year. Therefore, from the very first time they made this journey, and ever since, they had the mechanism implanted into their little heads.
How? How could such a thing have evolved gradually? How did the information arise, and how did it enter the genome?
It did so all at once, and is still there.
2 The second requirement, together with the first, makes the whole thing completely, unbelievably miraculous.
They arrive in Capistrano, after the 7000 mile flight, ON THE SAME DATE EVERY YEAR, on March 18th. I've been unable to check whether the leap years alter this.
They leave Capistrano exactly six months after their arrival, on October 23rd.
Therefore, somewhere, somehow, in their little heads, is a calendar, in addition to their GPS.
How could these things occur TOGETHER? At the same time? What statistical monstrosity do we have to invoke? 1 chance in how many googols?
This is the phenomenon of instinct in full flood, sweeping away the dams of evolutionary theory. How did it originate?
Before you start talking about a zillion articles on the subject on google, please recall the question, and cite only those articles which account for the ORIGIN OF THE INSTINCTS.
(You'll find some on my blog: Asyncritus' How Does Instinct Evolve?')
Points such as 'it is a good idea to migrate because of..food, temperature etc' are not answers to the question HOW DID THE INSTINCTS ORIGINATE, and will be dealt with sharply.
At this point, if I were an evolutionist, God forbid, I would give up my theory.
How about it chaps?
Any explanations?
There’s a lovely little legend about these birds, the cliff swallows.
Every year on March 18th – Time has newsreel footage of this actually happening some years ago - the swallows return to the town of San Juan Capistrano in California. Many people flock to see the sight, apparently. A song has been written about this: ‘When the Swallows return to Capistrano.’
The previous day, the 17th, the scouts of the flock come sweeping in, then fly back out to sea. On the 18th itself, they come in clouds, to nest and breed. Then, on October 23rd, they fly up, circle the town, saying goodbye it seems, and then fly away.
One fascinating thing is that they are reputed to fly to Capistrano from Goya in Argentina, a distance of some 7000 miles! and back again. The migration does take place – that is a fact, and the legendary bit now follows:
The flight is mostly over water – and swallows can’t swim. They sleep on the wing, according to some accounts – but each one carries a twig in its mouth, and when fatigued, drop the twig into the water, and rest on it as it floats.
Whether the legend be true or not, the astonishing feats of bird navigation and migration defy belief. The star of this particular show must, I think, be the Arctic tern, which flies from its northern breeding grounds in the arctic, to the Antarctic (some 19,000 km) and back again every year!
A bit of imagination soon makes these feats quite unbelievable. Imagine flying at 500 - 2000 feet, clouds below, temperature low, not a landmark in sight, ploughing bravely on for 7000 miles in the case of the swallows, right down the western coast of the whole of South America. Finding food somehow, finding rest somehow, driven by some mysterious urge to do this marvellous thing.
Whatever the reason for these flights, they speak in the most powerful way imaginable of the Creator’s powers. That they should do this, heading for a destination they cannot see, with terrible problems they must meet, navigating only with a heavenly guide – it can be nothing else – they do it, unflinchingly, unquestioningly, and heroically.
And in doing so, they cast the gauntlet into the faces of evolutionists everywhere.
Consider the requirements:
1 Some kind of GPS navigation system in their brains, capable of taking them accurately the whole 7000 miles from Goya to Capistrano and 7000 more miles back again.
That alone finishes any hope any evolutionary theory may have.
A single degree off course, and they are all belly up in the ocean somewhere. That means species extinction - because they all go.
Yet, the species is still here, doing the same miraculous thing every year. Therefore, from the very first time they made this journey, and ever since, they had the mechanism implanted into their little heads.
How? How could such a thing have evolved gradually? How did the information arise, and how did it enter the genome?
It did so all at once, and is still there.
2 The second requirement, together with the first, makes the whole thing completely, unbelievably miraculous.
They arrive in Capistrano, after the 7000 mile flight, ON THE SAME DATE EVERY YEAR, on March 18th. I've been unable to check whether the leap years alter this.
They leave Capistrano exactly six months after their arrival, on October 23rd.
Therefore, somewhere, somehow, in their little heads, is a calendar, in addition to their GPS.
How could these things occur TOGETHER? At the same time? What statistical monstrosity do we have to invoke? 1 chance in how many googols?
This is the phenomenon of instinct in full flood, sweeping away the dams of evolutionary theory. How did it originate?
Before you start talking about a zillion articles on the subject on google, please recall the question, and cite only those articles which account for the ORIGIN OF THE INSTINCTS.
(You'll find some on my blog: Asyncritus' How Does Instinct Evolve?')
Points such as 'it is a good idea to migrate because of..food, temperature etc' are not answers to the question HOW DID THE INSTINCTS ORIGINATE, and will be dealt with sharply.
At this point, if I were an evolutionist, God forbid, I would give up my theory.
How about it chaps?
Any explanations?
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