Lake country sketchesRawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond)
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Lake country sketches
Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond)
Lake District (England); Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850 -- Homes and haunts -- England -- Lake District
They are a far-wandering nation these black-headed gulls. I had seen
separate members of the tribe on the banks of the Neva, and later, on
the banks of the Nile; for they are an adventurous race, and may be
found as far north as Archangel and as far south as Nubia, but the
next time that I saw them in any number they had changed not only
their appearance but their manners. The black or, more properly
speaking, brown head of the gull had become grey. It seems they only
wear their black helmets or bonnets in summer time. Now it was
winter, and they were as mild as doves--tamer birds could hardly be
seen, and the history of their taming, as indeed of their presence so
far inland as the Keswick valley, was very simple. There had been a
very cruel wholesale {65} poisoning of the fish in the river
Greta--the black-headed gulls had heard of it, and came up the
Derwent in great numbers to the feast. It cannot have been all
pleasure, and to judge by the looks of some of the greedier of the
class colic abounded. Whether it was the abundance of the feast or
the after pain, that made an impression on the gull, I know not, but
from that day to this the black-headed gentry of the seaboard have
had such affection for our vale that any storm at sea or any scarcity
of food brings them in great numbers to our valley pastures.
We had a hard winter three years ago, and wherever the rooks were
seen upon the ground, the black flock was dappled with the white sea
gull, and the dolorous voice of the crow was drowned in the laughter
of the black-headed gull.
Very grateful were we in those sad and sombre winter mornings to hear
the gulls laughing round our house-roofs, and not the least enjoyable
thought as we went to our breakfast-table was the knowledge that
these wild sea-people had come to trust us, and were willing to be
our almoners.
There was one house in the valley, set upon a grassy hill overlooking
the lake, which {66} seemed especially to have charm for the bird
visitors. Swift of ear, as of eye, the black-headed gulls noticed
that the family went to breakfast at the sound of a gong. No sooner
did that gong echo across the lawn, than the heaven became white with
wings--a click at the gate was heard, and a maid with a large
pancheon of food specially prepared--hot and tasty--was seen to come
on to the grass and toss out the meal, in splotches, round about her.
Then what had been a silent grey undulating cloud of wings broke up
into a tangled mass of down-sweeping pink legs and up-sweeping white
wings, and with the noise of laughter and talk unimaginable, the
happy people fell to feeding.
I do not think that anything more dainty can be imagined than that
swift balance of up-tilted wing and down-reaching rosy feet, unless
it be the consummate care and nicety with which, before the
black-headed gull put beak to food, it tucked those long sweeping
slender wings close to its side.
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