Being desirous of knowing at what hour the Frigates came home to
the roosting place, I visited it on several evenings. On the first
occasion, arriving there just as the sun was setting, I found I was
not sufficiently early to witness the congregating of the birds,
for my ears were saluted, even when in the high-road, by the loud
and unpleasant croaking of the Boobies. On my getting to the foot
of the first Birch-tree, I could discern many of these sitting on
the branches; but as the view was much intercepted by the bushes and
trees around, I scrambled down the shingly precipice, to the sea-side.
Then on looking up I saw the boughs of the birch immediately over
my head, studded with these noisy birds, preening their plumage, or
scolding and fighting harshly with one another, as they sat side by
side. While thus gazing upward, I narrowly escaped the misfortune of
Tobit. There may have been thirty Boobies in sight, and about eight
or ten Frigates, but no Pelicans except three on a tree at a little
distance. All on a sudden, however, the Frigates flew off as by common
impulse, accompanied by at least fifty more, which I had not seen, they
having been concealed by the foliage, or having been sitting on the
neighbouring trees,—and by as many Boobies, leaving a good number of
the latter, however, still remaining.
Though they all flew about in various directions over the sea, they did
not retire from the vicinity; but the Frigates presently separated from
the Boobies, taking a loftier elevation, where they sailed and circled
in silent dignity, while the Boobies were clamorous in their evolutions.
The latter soon sought their perches again; and this gave rise to
incessant squabbles, for if a flyer attempted to alight beside a
sitter, the latter, as if affronted at the intrusion, began, with
elevated wings and opened beak, to resist, croaking vociferously. The
Frigates were long before they returned; some sailed out half a mile,
and there performed their elegant manœuvrings, while others still
hovered above the roosting trees. Among these some were wholly black,
some had the white breast of the female sex, and others the white head
of youth, and one was conspicuous by his blood-red pouch, inflated
into a tense bladder beneath his chin. From the fact that very few,
indeed, possess this red pouch, I incline to think it a peculiarity
of mature age; for many had the livery of the adult male, whose pouch
was inconspicuous, and of a pale buff hue. At length, as the increased
darkness gathered in, they also began one by one to settle, very
charily, often making a feint to alight, and again sailing off. Some
slowly wended their way farther down the bay, and some I left still in
the air.
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