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Identifier: birdlore161914nati (find matches)
Title: Bird lore
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: National Committee of the Audubon Societies of America National Association of Audubon Societies for the Protection of Wild Birds and Animals National Audubon Society
Subjects: Birds Birds Ornithology
Publisher: New York City : Macmillan Co.
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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dothe Gallinules. Meanwhile the young birds had made their way toward the center of thepond. The largest could not have been more than a few days old, and yet,when I tried to catch them, they showed all the ingenuity of the old birds,diving, doubling, swimming with just the bill showing, or lying concealed in abunch of water-weeds, with only the nostrils above the surface. Had thewater been less clear, I probably should have been unable to catch any ofthem; but, as it was, I could follow them as they escaped in various directions.They were even conspicuous when attempting to hide. I was reminded of theold story of the Ostrich which buried its head in the sand to escape detection;for, in spite of the fact that only the bill was exposed above the water, the 246 Bird - Lore entire body was nearly as conspicuous as though floating on the surface. Indiving, as in floating, the wings of the young projected nearly at right anglesfrom their bodies, even more so than in other precocial birds.
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FLASHING ITS WHITE FLANK FEATHERS The largest of the young had already reached the open water beyond mydepth, and when I returned to the shore the old Grebe swam toward it, chang-ing her alarm note of keck, keck, to a softer cup, cup, as thoughcalling to it. Swimming beyond it, she turned her tail toward it and slightlyraised her wings. This was the signal for the young one to crawl upon her back,which it repeatedly attempted to do until its mother, disgusted with suchclumsiness, clapped her wing on its neck and started off at a great rate for theother end of the pond. When far enough away she checked her speed and gaveit another chance. Then with her wobbly passenger she continued to theend of the pond, where she was joined by her mate. Here they sported aboutfor some time, the young bird plunging from the the back of one and swim- At Home with a Hell-Diver 247 ming across to the other, all seemingly forgetful of the rest of the family.Finally they disappeared into the rushes, and I

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