. A year of Costa Rican natural history. ter,and, crouching, walk forward until the feathers were thor-oughly wet. This happened in a short time for the feathersseemed to have very little oil on them. Then up flew thebirds into some sunny place and after a few preliminaryshakings assumed the spread eagle attitude, with wingsoutstretched, head thrust forward and always with theirbacks to the sun. Occasionally one would make some hop-ping steps, ruffling all its feathers, then spread out again. Ahundred or more of these awkward birds all facing one wayand all standing with their great wings spre
. A year of Costa Rican natural history. ter,and, crouching, walk forward until the feathers were thor-oughly wet. This happened in a short time for the feathersseemed to have very little oil on them. Then up flew thebirds into some sunny place and after a few preliminaryshakings assumed the spread eagle attitude, with wingsoutstretched, head thrust forward and always with theirbacks to the sun. Occasionally one would make some hop-ping steps, ruffling all its feathers, then spread out again. Ahundred or more of these awkward birds all facing one wayand all standing with their great wings spread out as far aspossible, presented a ludicrous spectacle. The slaughterhouse stood below and outside the townitself on what we always called the Slaughterhouse Roadand which we usually followed when going to the numerouslanes south of Cartago. These lanes, though runningstraight and parallel to each other for fully half a milesouth of Slaughterhouse Road, were remarkably individualin character, and one of them, our Shady Lane, was much.
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