He
Was Quite Willing To Have Birds Killed - Young Pigeons, Wild Ducks,
Plover, Snipe, Whimbrel, Tinamou Or Partridge, And Various Others
Which He Liked To Eat - But The Killing Always Had To Be Done By
Others.
He hated to see any bird killed that was not for the table,
and that was why he tolerated
The falcon, and even allowed a pair of
_caranchos_, or carrrion-eagles - birds destructive to poultry, and
killers when they got the chance of newly-born lambs and sucking-
pigs - to have their huge nest in one of the old peach-trees for
several years. I never saw him angrier than once when a visitor
staying in the house, going out with his gun one day suddenly threw it
up to his shoulder and brought down a passing swallow.
That was my first encounter with the short-eared owl, a world-
wandering species, known familiarly to the sportsman in England as the
October or woodcock owl; an inhabitant of the whole of Europe, also of
Asia, Africa, America, Australasia, and many Atlantic and Pacific
islands. No other bird has so vast a range; yet nobody in the house
could tell me anything about it, excepting that it was an owl, which I
knew, and no such bird was found in our neighbourhood. Several months
later I found out more about it, and this was when I began to ramble
about the plain on my pony.
One of the most attractive spots to me at that time, when my
expeditions were not yet very extended, was a low-lying moist stretch
of ground about a mile and a half from home, where on account of the
moisture it was always a vivid green. In spring it was like a moist
meadow in England, a perfect garden of wild flowers, and as it was
liable to become flooded in wet winters it was avoided by the
_vizcachas_, the big rodents that make their warrens or villages
of huge burrows all over the plain. Here I used to go in quest of the
most charming flowers which were not found in other places; one, a
special favourite on account of its delicious fragrance, being the
small lily called by the natives _Lagrimas de la Virgin_ - Tears
of the Virgin. Here at one spot the ground to the extent of an acre or
so was occupied by one plant of a peculiar appearance, to the complete
exclusion of the tall grasses and herbage in other parts. It grew in
little tussocks like bushes, each plant composed of twenty or thirty
stalks of a woody toughness and about two and a half feet high. The
stems were thickly clothed with round leaves, soft as velvet to the
touch and so dark a green that at a little distance they looked almost
black against the bright green of the moist turf. Their beauty was in
the blossoming season, when every stem produced its dozen or more
flowers growing singly among the leaves, in size and shape like dog-
roses, the petals of the purest, loveliest yellow. As the flowers grew
close to the stalk, to gather them it was necessary to cut the stalk
at the root with all its leaves and flowers, and this I sometimes did
to take it to my mother, who had a great love of wild flowers. But no
sooner would I start with a bunch of flowering stalks in my hand than
the lovely delicate petals would begin to drop off, and before I was
half way home there would not be a petal left. This extreme frailty or
sensitiveness used to infect me with the notion that this flower was
something more than a mere flower, something like a sentient being,
and that it had a feeling in it which caused it to drop its shining
petals and perish when removed from its parent root and home.
One day in the plant's blossoming time, I was slowly walking my pony
through the dark bottle-green tufts, when a big yellowish-tawny owl
got up a yard or so from the hoofs, and I instantly recognized it as
the same sort of bird as our mysterious pigeon-killer. And there on
the ground where it had been was its nest, just a slight depression
with a few dry bents by way of lining and five round white eggs. From
that time I was a frequent visitor to the owls, and for three summers
they bred at the same spot in spite of the anxiety they suffered on my
account, and I saw and grew familiar with their quaint-looking young,
clothed in white down and with long narrow pointed heads more like the
heads of aquatic birds than of round-headed flat-faced owls.
Later, I became even better acquainted with the short-eared owl. A
year or several years would sometimes pass without one being seen,
then all at once they would come in numbers, and this was always when
there had been a great increase in field mice and other small rodents,
and the owl population all over the country had in some mysterious way
become aware of the abundance and had come to get their share of it.
At these times you could see the owls abroad in the late afternoon,
before sunset, in quest of prey, quartering the ground like harriers,
and dropping suddenly into the grass at intervals, while at dark the
air resounded with their solemn hooting, a sound as of a deep-voiced
mastiff baying at a great distance.
As I have mentioned our famous pigeon-pies, when describing the
dovecote, I may as well conclude this chapter with a fuller account of
our way of living as to food, a fascinating subject to most persons.
The psychologists tell us a sad truth when they say that taste, being
the lowest or least intellectual of our five senses, is incapable of
registering impressions on the mind; consequently we cannot recall or
recover vanished flavours as we can recover, and mentally see and
hear, long past sights and sounds.
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