Ornithological biography, Vol. 4 (of 5) : $b An account of the habits of the birds of the United States of America — John Shaqi
Ornithological biography, Vol. 4 (of 5) : $b An account of the habits of the birds of the United States of AmericaAudubon, John James
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Ornithological biography, Vol. 4 (of 5) : $b An account of the habits of the birds of the United States of America
Audubon, John James
Birds -- North America
Reader, although you may think it strange, I candidly assure you that
I have experienced a thousand times more pleasure while looking at the
Purple Gallinule flirting its tail while gaily moving over the broad
leaves of the water-lily, than I have ever done while silently sitting
in the corner of a crowded apartment, gazing on the flutterings of
gaudy fans and the wavings of flowing plumes. Would that I were once
more extended on some green grassy couch, in my native Louisiana,
or that I lay concealed under some beautiful tree, overhanging the
dark bayou, on whose waters the bird of beauty is wont to display its
graceful movements, and the rich hues of its glossy plumage! Methinks
I now see the charming creature gliding sylph-like over the leaves
that cover the lake, with the aid of her lengthened toes, so admirably
adapted for the purpose, and seeking the mate, who, devotedly attached
as he is, has absented himself, perhaps in search of some secluded
spot in which to place their nest. Now he comes, gracefully dividing
the waters of the tranquil pool, his frontal crest glowing with the
brightest azure. Look at his wings, how elegantly they are spread and
obliquely raised; see how his expanded tail strikes the water; and
mark the movements of his head, which is alternately thrown backward
and forward, as if he were congratulating his mate on their happy
meeting. Now both birds walk along clinging to the stems and blades,
their voices clearly disclosing their mutual feelings of delight, and
they retire to some concealed place on the nearest shore, where we lose
sight of them for a time.
Now, side by side, they look for the most secure spot among the
tall rushes that border the lake, and there they will soon form a
nest, removed alike from danger to be dreaded from the inhabitants
of the land as of the water. On the thick mass of withered leaves
are deposited the precious eggs, from which in time emerge the dusky
younglings, that presently betake themselves to the water, over which
they wander, guided by their affectionate parent, until it becomes
expedient for the party to disperse.
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