. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . edtje of the prairie near the forest, thebird had scratched out a slight hollow, lined it with grass, anddeposited a dozen large speckled eggs. These had hatched,and the shells, neatly cracked in halves, some of the piecestelescoped, were lying there. Eggs are just the sort of specialtreat that buzzards enjoy, \>ry likely Turkey Buzzard andturkey had matched wits and jDatience, but the owner of thenest had won, so the scavengers were forced to attend morestrictly to business and search
. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . edtje of the prairie near the forest, thebird had scratched out a slight hollow, lined it with grass, anddeposited a dozen large speckled eggs. These had hatched,and the shells, neatly cracked in halves, some of the piecestelescoped, were lying there. Eggs are just the sort of specialtreat that buzzards enjoy, \>ry likely Turkey Buzzard andturkey had matched wits and jDatience, but the owner of thenest had won, so the scavengers were forced to attend morestrictly to business and search out death among the cattleherds or the bands of razor-backed hogs — hateful, grizzledmonsters that were ever ready fc^r intrusion. If the choice must be between buzzards and hogs as scav-engers, give me the buzzard. He has at least a tithe of SCAVENGERS OF THE SOUTH 107 respect for ones feelings, which the hog has not. From ourcamp here by the morass, in a fine grove of cabbage palms,the hogs nearly routed us. We had hard work to keep pro-visions for ourselves, and as for the horse — poor beast!. TURKEY buzzards PORTRAIT. NOT ALTOGETHER AS PRETTY AS A PICTURE — one night I awoke and discovered a hog right beside me,with its nose in the only bag of grain. My foot shot out, anda sudden tropical storm instantly almost wrecked the tent! One evening, weary with our poling about in the morass,we returned to camp. A member of the party, an enthusias-tic collector, had that morning stufifed a fine Florida BarredOwl, well dosed with arsenic, which he had laid away — ten-derly as though it were a new baby — in a box. I shall neverforget the look on his face as he came striding out of the tent, io8 WILD WINGS exclaiming, Where s my Barred Owl! All we could findwas a solitary feather. The hogs had eaten it, arsenic andall, besides a Florida Duck and more or less of our pro-visions. My friend consoled himself that there would be atleast one sick hog that day. Little satisfaction
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