. Rod and gun . ound beside some pond orslough, by the silly bird, in its timid way,appearing and disappearing. The lightgreen eggs completely fill the nests, andduring hatching time the fluffy youngare a very sight, so much sothat the young coyote and the youngduckling are much too well acquaintedfor the perpetuation of the latter breed. There is one duck we all love to seeand read about—the wood duck, thatthing of modest beauty in the female,and rich, glorious coloring in the ! that my note books should all tellthe same tale. Timid, noisy, brightly-marked, an easy shot in i
. Rod and gun . ound beside some pond orslough, by the silly bird, in its timid way,appearing and disappearing. The lightgreen eggs completely fill the nests, andduring hatching time the fluffy youngare a very sight, so much sothat the young coyote and the youngduckling are much too well acquaintedfor the perpetuation of the latter breed. There is one duck we all love to seeand read about—the wood duck, thatthing of modest beauty in the female,and rich, glorious coloring in the ! that my note books should all tellthe same tale. Timid, noisy, brightly-marked, an easy shot in its straight up-ward soaring, a foolish bird with decoys,a sociable bird that nested in all creeksjust close to the village and the farm,telling all and sundry in the spring andearly summer that it would soon showthem a downy group of flappers—it hasgone the way of the others. I have seen itcompletely exterminated in a large, wildshooting ground in ten years ; from hun-dreds of flocks it passed to hundreds of. Draka Red-head. birds, to tens, then totally disappeared. How often we have seen the femaleflying to her nest in the fork or in thetop of the stub of some marshy riverland tree. How often we have seenthem descend in a noisy flock into somehidden pond hole, dropping like greatsweeping leaves. How often we haveheld the paddle, half raised in the stroke,to hear the sweet, rich cry, A-peet, A-peet. How often have we heard themsqueal in the cover beside our canoe,scuttling off, too frightened to fly. Thehandsomest and best-fleshed bird haspassed before the farmers boy with hismurderous gun. He is the greatestenemy of all. 1128 ROD AND GUN IX CANADA Would you believe that both the can-vas backs and the red heads have withinten years changed their lines of flight?Passing down from their breedinggrounds along the valley of the Missis-sippi, almost completely forsaking theold favored route in central Ontario?Both breed plentifully on Great Bearand Great Slave lakes. Are there n
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