I was strolling beside the stream at sunrise, when one of these birds
rose from the water’s edge, flew to the distance of forty yards, and
again alighted on the ground, where it assumed much of the air and
actions of a Sand Grouse (_Pterocles_). A fortnight after this I
descended the Namoi, about one hundred and fifty miles, and while
traversing the extensive plains, studded here and there with patches of
trees that skirt the Nundawar range, I was suddenly, but agreeably
startled by an immense flock of these birds rising before me, and again
alighting on the ground at a short distance; finding they would not
admit of near approach, I secreted myself, and desired my aboriginal
companion Natty to go round and turn the flock towards me: the whole
simultaneously rose as before with a loud burring noise, so closely
packed, that had they not passed me at a considerable angle, many must
have fallen to my shot; as it was I succeeded in obtaining four, two of
which were males. Alarmed at so unusual a sound in these solitudes as
the discharge of a gun, the remainder winged their way rapidly out of
sight. About a week afterwards, while returning from hunting the
kangaroo on a distant part of the same plain, we approached a small
group of Myalls (_Acacia pendula_), and Natty suddenly called out,
“Look, massa;” in an instant the air before us seemed literally filled
with a dense mass of these birds, which had suddenly rose from under the
trees at his exclamation; we had scarcely time to raise our guns before
they were seventy or eighty yards off; our united discharge, however,
brought down eight additional specimens, all of which being merely
winged and fluttering about, attracted the attention of our kangaroo
dogs, and it was with the greatest difficulty they could be prevented
from tearing them to pieces; in the midst of the scramble, a kite, with
the utmost audacity, came to the attack, and would doubtless, in spite
of our presence, have carried off his share, had not the contents of my
second barrel stopped his career. This was the last time I met with the
Harlequin Bronzewing. I took every opportunity of making inquiries
respecting it of the natives of the interior, and of the stockmen at the
out stations, both of whom assured me they had never observed it before
the present season. If this assertion be correct, and there seems to be
no reason for doubting it, whence has this fine bird made its
appearance? Had it always been common in those parts of the country, its
size and its beauty must have attracted the attention of the various
travellers who have, from time to time, traversed the interior. May we
not reasonably suppose that it had migrated from the central regions of
this vast continent, which has yet much in store for future discovery?
The great length of wing which this bird possesses, admirably adapts it
for inhabiting such a country as the far interior is generally imagined
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