Concluding this brief chapter of bird-history, we have a few brief
comments to make. To the uninitiated in science matters, the
statements just made must seem well nigh incredible. But there were
other witnesses of the facts, just and reliable observers, too,
whose testimony could be appealed to, to settle all doubts of their
authenticity. From all that has been said, it cannot but be evident
that the female was the acknowledged head of the family, a sort of
feathered autocrat, whose will was the law by which the family was
governed. Even the male, who did not always respect her authority,
especially where her interests conflicted with his own, was made to
see that might makes right when confronted with her stronger and
more powerful nature. But it was the patience and orderly behavior
that characterized the nearly-grown young, and their sweetness and
gentleness of disposition under the most trying circumstances as well,
that impressed us as extremely wonderful, and led to the opinion that
man-born offspring might here learn a lesson of filial obedience and
respect that would greatly redound to the honor and glory of the race.
When captured, these birds offer no active resistance, but very
effectually warn off their aggressor by vomiting up the half-putrid
contents of their crop. They will often simulate death at such times.
On one occasion an individual having been shot by Dr. Coues was picked
up for dead. While being carried to the Doctor’s tent, it was perfectly
limp. On reaching his quarters, he carelessly threw it upon the ground,
and went to work at something else. After a little, upon looking
around, he beheld to his great surprise that the bird had changed
position, and was furtively glancing around. On going up to it, its
eyes instantly closed, its body became relaxed, and it lay perfectly
motionless, and apparently lifeless. After compressing its chest for
several minutes until he fancied life extinct, he dropped the bird and
repaired to supper. Upon his return the bird was gone, it evidently
having scrambled into the bushes as soon as he had turned his back upon
it.
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