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Title: A - birding on a bronco
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Bailey, Florence Merriam, b. 1863
Subjects: Birds -- California San Diego County
Publisher: Boston New York : Houghton, Mifflin and Co. : Cambridge, MA : The Riverside Press
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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^ when they snuggled down in ourhands or cuddled up to us as they had doneunder their mothers wing. Their call for foodwas a sibilant chirr, and they gave it much oftenerthan any of the grown-up woodpecker notes.But they also said chudd-ah and rattled like theold birds. I was glad there were two of them so they wouldnot be so lonely. If separated they showed theirinterest in each other. If Bairdi called, Jacobwould keep still and listen attentively, raising histopknot till every microscopic red feather stooduj) like a bristle, when he would answer Bairdi ina loud manly voice. It was amusing to see the small birds try toplume themselves. Sometimes they would take asudden start to make their toilettes, and both work
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JA( f)H AMI I.AIKIU VlslII\(. 1 11 !•; ol.l) NKST IKICK LITTLE PRISOXKRS LN THE TOWER. 79 away vigorously upon tlieir plumes. It was com-ical to see them try to find their oil glands. Hadthe old birds taught them how to oil their featherswhile they were still in the nest? They werethickly feathered, but when they reached back totheir tails the pink skin showed between theirspines and shoulders, giving a good idea of theway birds feathers grow only in tracts. When the little princes were about a monthold, I arranged with a neighboring photographerto have them sit for their picture. He drove overto the sycamore, and the lad who had rescued theprisoners took them down to keep their appoint-ment. One of them tried to tuck its head upthe boys sleeve, being attracted by dark holes.While we were waiting for the photographer, theboy put Jacob in a hollow of the tree, where hebegan pecking as if he liked it. He worked awaytill he squeezed himself into a small pocket, andthen, with his feathe

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