release time:2023-12-05 09:43:23 source:The voice of the decadent network author:{typename type="name"/}
he was strolling through the woods in June? How splendidly the old
bird forgets herself in her efforts to defend and hide her young!
Smaller birds are no less daring. One evening last summer I was
walking up the Ristigouche from Camp Harmony to fish for salmon at
Mowett's Rock, where my canoe was waiting for me. As I stepped out
from a thicket on to the shingly bank of the river, a spotted
sandpiper teetered along before me, followed by three young ones.
Frightened at first, the mother flew out a few feet over the water.
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