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Identifier: birdlore17nati (find matches)
Title: Bird-lore
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: National Association of Audubon Societies for the Protection of Wild Birds and Animals
Subjects: Birds -- Periodicals Birds -- Conservation Periodicals
Publisher: New York, National Association of Audubon Societies
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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THE YOUNG CONDOR AND ONE OF ITS PARENTS AT THEIR HOME ON THE MOUNTAIN The Audubon Societies 417 nest, and soon he would take nothingelse. Several times we tried him on stalemeat, but he never took it unless com-pelled by hunger. If a piece of meatdropped on the ground or was the leastbit dirty, he refused it. Several times wetried him on wild game, such as squirrelsand rabbits, but he would not touch it ifhe could get fresh beef. General was as playful as a puppy. Inthe morning, after we gave him his break-fast, he wanted to romp. Down he jumpedand pounced upon a stick or leaf, shook itin his bill, dropped it just to jump uponit with both feet and toss it up again. Hebecame hilarious the minute I went outin the morning—seemed hardly able tocontrol himself. He was extremely fond
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GENER.AL LIKED TO BE PETTED Fresh, running water was a luxury tothe young Condor. He pattered alongin the creek for an hour at a time. Heliked to play about the hydraulic ram.When he decided to bathe, he got underthe spouting water and wallowed in thepool. He never seemed to feel thoroughlywashed, for when he was soaked through,he would step out for a moment and thensuddenly decide to go in again. He keptthis up until he could hardly walk, oruntil we drove him out of the water. of pulling on a rope, and we often playedwith him in this way. We set up a perch for General out onthe river-bank just beyond our camp, andthere he loved to sit in the sunshine. Heseemed to enjoy watching the Turkey Buz-zards that almost daily sailed overheadand the Crows that flapped past. Thebirds that flew above him were alwaysintensely interested in him. The Buz-zards sailed around and around, turningtheir heads to watch, but never seemed to 4iJ Bird - Lore understand why he stayed there. TheCrows, always g

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