“The sympathy shewn by gregarious birds for their wounded companions
is usually never more strongly manifested than in the Boobies. In the
wanton sport of shooting at them when sailing past the kays and islets
they resort to, there are few who have not witnessed the extraordinary
efforts made by the clamorous flock to assist a wounded bird, when
fluttering in the water, and unable to regain the wing. An accident
which happened to one of the two Boobies we have in our yard, gave us
an opportunity of seeing traits of this feeling, and of its attendant
emotions. My little nephew, in chasing with a small whip one of our
birds, entangled the lash about its wing, and snapped the arm-bone.
The one bird not alone shewed sympathy for the other, but exhibited
curiosity about the nature and character of the accident. Our two birds
are male and female. The wounded Booby withdrew into a lonely part of
the yard, and stood there drooping. The female sought him as soon as
she heard his cry of agony, and after ascertaining, by surveying him
all round, that the injury was in the wing, proceeded to prevail on him
to move the limb, that she might see whether he was really disabled
beyond the power of using it for flight. After a quacking _honk_ or
two, as a call to do something required of him, the female stretched
out one of her wings;—the wounded male imitated her, and, making an
effort, moved out, in some sort of way, the wounded member to its
full length. He was now required by a corresponding movement to raise
it:—he raised the broken arm, but the wing could not be elevated. The
curiosity of the female was at a standstill. After a moment’s pause,
her wounded companion was persuaded to make another trial at imitation,
and to give the wings some three or four good flaps. He followed the
given signal, gave the required beats upon the air with so thorough a
good will, to meet the wishes of his curious mate, that he twirled
the broken wing quite round, and turned it inside out. The mischief
was prodigiously increased. It was now necessary to put a stop to this
process of investigation of the one bird into the misfortune of the
other. I came in just as these exhibitions had occurred, and taking up
the bird with its twisted wing, I was obliged after setting the limb,
to restrain him from any further gratification of his mate’s curiosity
by tying the wing into place, and keeping it so tied, till the bone
united. The one now attended the other, and carefully examined, day
after day, the broken limb. Calling on him to make an occasional effort
to raise the disabled and immovable member, she used her ineffectual
endeavours to persuade him to lift it, though tied, by lifting her own
from time to time.
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