Monday, September 5, 2011
Bird Stories/Google Books
Title Bird stories
Author Edith Marion Patch
Publisher The Atlantic Monthly Press, 1921
Length 211 pages
Overview
That is the prize that has been offered for a nesting pair of Passenger Pigeons. No one has claimed the money yet, and it would be a great adventure, don't you think, to seek that nest? If you find it, you must not disturb it, you know, or take the eggs or the young, or frighten the father- or mother-bird; for the people who offered all that money did not want dead birds to stuff for a museum, but hoped that someone might tell them where there were live wild ones nesting.
You see the news had got about that the dove that is called Passenger Pigeon was lost. No one could believe this at first, because there had been go very many — more than a thousand, more than a million, more than a billion. How could more than a billion doves be lost?
They were such big birds, too — a foot and a half long from tip of beak to tip of tail, and sometimes even longer. Why, that is longer than the tame pigeons that walk about our city streets. How could doves as large as that be lost, so that no one could find a pair, not even for one thousand dollars to pay him for the time it took to hunt?
Their colors were so pretty — head and back a soft, soft blue; neck glistening with violet, red, and gold; underneath, a wonderful purple red fading into violet shades, and then into bluish white. Who would not like to seek, for the love of seeing so beautiful a bird, even though no one paid a reward in money?
Author Edith Marion Patch
Publisher The Atlantic Monthly Press, 1921
Length 211 pages
Overview
That is the prize that has been offered for a nesting pair of Passenger Pigeons. No one has claimed the money yet, and it would be a great adventure, don't you think, to seek that nest? If you find it, you must not disturb it, you know, or take the eggs or the young, or frighten the father- or mother-bird; for the people who offered all that money did not want dead birds to stuff for a museum, but hoped that someone might tell them where there were live wild ones nesting.
You see the news had got about that the dove that is called Passenger Pigeon was lost. No one could believe this at first, because there had been go very many — more than a thousand, more than a million, more than a billion. How could more than a billion doves be lost?
They were such big birds, too — a foot and a half long from tip of beak to tip of tail, and sometimes even longer. Why, that is longer than the tame pigeons that walk about our city streets. How could doves as large as that be lost, so that no one could find a pair, not even for one thousand dollars to pay him for the time it took to hunt?
Their colors were so pretty — head and back a soft, soft blue; neck glistening with violet, red, and gold; underneath, a wonderful purple red fading into violet shades, and then into bluish white. Who would not like to seek, for the love of seeing so beautiful a bird, even though no one paid a reward in money?
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