Wanderings in New South Wales, Batavia, Pedir Coast, Singapore, and China, Vol. 1 (of 2) : $b Being the journal of a naturalist in those countries, during 1832, 1833 and 1834Bennett, George
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Wanderings in New South Wales, Batavia, Pedir Coast, Singapore, and China, Vol. 1 (of 2) : $b Being the journal of a naturalist in those countries, during 1832, 1833 and 1834
Bennett, George
Asia -- Description and travel; Natural history -- Australia -- New South Wales; New South Wales -- Description and travel
This bird, from its devouring mice and venomous reptiles, deserves
protection; (hawks also destroy snakes in this colony.) A gentleman told
me that he was perfectly aware of the bird destroying snakes, as he had
often seen them carry the reptiles to a tree, and break their heads to
pieces with their sharp strong beaks; he also said he had known them
destroy chickens soon after they were hatched, and carry away eggs,
breaking the shell with their sharp beaks, to get at their contents. One
of these birds, seen upon the branch of a tree near a river, looking so
stupid, and nodding as if asleep, was shot, and it was then found that
this peculiar manner proceeded from having swallowed a small snake, which
had got into the stomach, throat, and bill, but had not yet accommoded
itself in the former cavity.
It is not uncommon to see these birds fly up with a long snake pending
from their beak, the bird holding the reptile by the neck, just behind
the head; but as the snake hangs down without motion, and appears dead,
it is probable that the bird destroys them upon the ground before it
conveys them into the tree. From these circumstances, although they may
now and then “make away” with an egg, or recently hatched chicken, by
mistake for other food, yet there ought to be a prohibition against their
being injured, as the vermin destroyed by them amply repay such trifling
losses. This is the first bird heard in the morning, and the last (among
the day-birds) at night; it rises with the dawn, when the woods re-echo
with its gurgling laugh; at sunset they are again heard, and as that
glorious orb sinks in the westward, a last “good night” is given in its
peculiar tones to all within hearing.
At this farm, close to the Murrumbidgee river, and on the almost
perpendicular side of a limestone hill, which rises in the midst of this
wooded valley, the rocks partially scattered with herbage, shrubs, and
stunted casuarina-trees, is the entrance to a spacious cavern; there
are others of smaller size sprinkled about different parts of the same
mass of limestone, but this seems to be the most spacious; they were
originally pointed out by the natives to the overseer of the farm, but
were first explored by Mr. Dutton, and some friends.
The day after our arrival we visited the cave, taking materials to
produce a light, by which we might explore these recesses with more
facility. The approach to this cavern is through a thick jungle of grass,
reeds, veronica, fern brake, (_Pteris_,) &c.: much caution is required,
more particularly when on horseback, on account of the number of wombat
burrows which abound about the spot. A slight ascent brought us to the
spacious and lofty entrance into which the horses were easily led, and
conveniently stabled; this may be truly said to form the waiting-hall for
admission into the two ranges of chambers which branch off in different
directions, as seen in the accompanying diagram of a supposed section.
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