It is said, that, on being pursued, the birds become very much
frightened, and hide their heads in the sand, thinking that no one can
see them, because they themselves cannot see, and that many are run
down and captured in this way. But this account has been contradicted
by travelers, and it is not at all probable that so sprightly-looking a
bird is so very stupid.
The wings of the ostrich are not intended for flight, but they assist
it in running. The bird cannot fly at all. If it could there would be
no use for such prodigious legs as it has.
But the ostrich can run! It is estimated that one of these giant birds
at full speed, travels at the rate of thirty miles an hour, which is as
fast as most locomotives go! But then the bird gets tired after awhile,
and the locomotive does not. The ostrich, however, can travel a very
long distance before it gives out from fatigue.
It is a magnificent-looking bird when it is traveling over its native
sands at full speed, with its head proudly erect; its bright eyes
gleaming, its wings outspread, and its feet twinkling over the sand so
fast you can scarcely see them.
[Illustration: OSTRICHES IN FLIGHT.]
In a public garden in Paris there is a fine ostrich, which is very
gentle, and good-natured. He allows himself to be harnessed to a
carriage, in which little children ride about the grounds. He is not
permitted to go very fast, as he would not keep in the road in that
case; but a keeper walks by his side to regulate his gait; and one of
the children acts as driver, holding the reins, which are passed around
the lower part of the bird’s neck.
But, you may say, the ostrich is indeed very large, but it is not so
very much like a bird, because it cannot fly.
The ostrich is certainly a bird; but, if you insist upon it that a bird
must fly, we will take a look at the condor, and see how large he is.
He is intended for flight, you see, and has short legs, and long
powerful wings. He is swifter on the wing than the ostrich on his feet,
and will take a steady flight for miles without weariness. He has a
large body to carry through the air, but, though large, it is light,
and his wings are enormous.
A large full-grown condor, with its wings spread, measures from twelve
to fourteen feet from tip to tip of the wings; and nine feet is the
measure of very ordinary specimens.
It lives on the highest peaks of the Andes mountains in South America;
and builds its nests on crags that are inaccessible to man. It cares
nothing for snow and ice, nor for the great tempests of wind that sweep
over these lofty summits. Among these cold, desolate rocks it makes
its nest, and rears a hardy brood of young ones. When it wants food
for its family, it perches upon a jutting rock, and sends its piercing
glance far down into the cultivated valleys below. When it has singled
out an object it comes down with a swift, grand swoop of its wings, and
strikes its prey with unerring aim.
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