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A Birding On A Bronco

Auhtor: Florence Merriam

Language: english
Published: 1896

Genres:

nature,  non fiction
Downloads: 236
eBook size: 238Kb

Review by M. Erb, June 2010


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Birding On A Bronco':

... with a gleam in his eye and later, when I had done that, from the top of a peak at the foot of the valley he pointed out the distant blue mountains ...
... about the branches, darting up for insects or chasing down by his nose after falling millers. One morning the ranchman's little girl rode over to ...
... and his mate, and I must turn my glass on them. She came first, with long streamers hanging from her bill, and at sight of me got so flustered that ...
... came the sound of my small friend's voice. Such a talkative little person.-not one of your creep-in-and-out-of-the-nest-without-anybody's-knowing-it ...
... high that it was necessary to keep an opera-glass focused on the spot to see what was going on at their small cup. As the birds worked, I was ...
... there. Presently a vireo with disordered breast feathers flew down on a dead twig close to the ground and leaned over with a tired anxious look, and ...
... The charred wood crumbled beneath his feet, but at last, by stretching up and clinging to a knothole, he managed to reach the nest. As his fingers went ...
... to a drooping branch on the edge of the tree. They had a great deal to talk about as they went and came, and when they had gone I found, to my great satisfaction, ...
... of the kingbird's does in similar flights. They made a bulky untidy nest in the oaks by the barn, using a quantity of string borrowed from the ranchman. ...
... pop out again at other times they stayed inside as long as if they had been human housekeepers, hanging pictures, straightening chairs, and setting ...
... the coyote felt that he was on his own ground and turned on the dog, who fled back to his master with his tail between his legs. The lad, clapping his ...
... spacious house, but a pair of their cousins who had built in a tree over the whitewashed hovel had made a sad mistake in choosing their dwelling-for ...
... sycamore leaves and like it, also, the outside was coated with lichen and wound with cobweb. The bird was a rapid worker, buzzing in with her material ...
... line through the low grass in which grew yellow fly flowers and orange poppies and over them every spring, day after day, processions of migrating butterflies ...
... the cries of the street into the hall of a symphony concert. The black-headed grosbeak has not the spirituality of the hermit thrush, and his ordinary ...
... an oak trunk but never saw it afterwards in either place. Back and forth I followed that elusive voice, hoping to discover the nest, but I suspect ...
... back, but, to my chagrin, after giving a few low warning calls, my bird vanished. Alas, for the generations of murderers that have made birds distrust ...
... flew over and shot down into the little oak where he had been building before. My self-reproach took a different form-I had not been patient enough. ...
... was merely in passing. I did not expect to meet wolves there. It was said, however, to be a good place for tarantulas, so at first I stepped over ...
... published in the US, Canada, UK and the Netherlands (as Vuurbaken), by Cate Tiernan, the author of the Sweep (aka Wicca) series. Beginning with A Chalice ...