Cassell's book of birds; vol. 1Brehm, Alfred Edmund
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Cassell's book of birds; vol. 1
Brehm, Alfred Edmund
Birds
pass the night buried in the leafy shelter of the trees, and at break of
day make the woods resound with their noisy screams as they rise into
the air with light strokes of the wing, hovering and gliding till they
reach a field yielding suitable food. Fruit, corn, and seeds constitute
their principal nourishment, and they will also devour buds and bulbs,
obtaining the latter very dextrously by the help of their long beaks.
Every fresh occurrence in their daily life is greeted with loud cries;
and should a second flock pass over the place where they have settled,
their combined shrieks are perfectly appalling, and can only be imagined
by those who have heard the yells a few captive cockatoos are capable
of producing. As soon as hunger is appeased these flocks retire to rest
beneath the shelter of the branches, where they remain some hours in
comparative quiet; they then again go in search of a meal, returning
to pass the night on their accustomed trees. Thus they live till the
breeding season, when they pair, and each couple sets out to find a
suitable home, preferring holes in trees, but also resorting to fissures
in the rocks. Certain precipices near the South Australian rivers are
yearly visited by thousands of Cockatoos, just as the cliffs of the north
seas are infested by huge flocks of sea-gulls. We are told that some of
these rocks are completely honeycombed by them, and the strength and
firmness of their beaks renders this assertion easily credible. They
lay two white, pointed eggs, about the size of those of a bantam fowl;
but in what manner incubation is carried on we are not aware. We are
told by travellers that they soon become timid if they suspect danger,
and, like other kinds of parrots, carry on their depredations with so
much cunning that it is very difficult, or indeed impossible, to drive
them from the fields. The natives hunt them in a very peculiar manner.
"Perhaps," says Captain Grey, "it would be impossible to imagine a more
exciting spectacle than that of seeing the Australians hunt the Cockatoo.
They employ for this purpose a very remarkable weapon called a boomerang;
this is a sickle-shaped flat instrument made of wood, which can be thrown
by the hand to a distance of 100 feet, and flies in small circles with
many windings from the direct path. An Australian will follow a flock
either into the fields or woods, preferring, however, places where large
trees are situated near water, such spots as these being the favourite
resort of the Cockatoos. Here they are to be found in innumerable hosts,
climbing on the branches or flying from tree to tree; here they also
sleep, and here the wily native comes, most watchfully observing all
necessary precautions. He goes from one tree to another, and creeps from
bush to bush, taking the greatest care not to disturb the wary birds, but
in vain, for, however quiet his movements may be, he is soon discovered,
and his near approach greeted with a hideous cry. The birds have already
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