 Part 1 of Chapter 8 of Stories of Animal Seagocity. This reading by Allison Hester of Athens, Georgia. Stories of Animal Seagocity by W. H. G. Kingston. Chapter 8. When we observe the small heads and unmeaning eyes of birds, we do not expect to find any great amount of intellect among them. They are, however, moved by the same passions and feelings as larger animals, and occasionally exhibit thought and reasoning power. I suspect, indeed, could we understand their language that we should find they can talk to each other and express their meaning as well as others of the brute creation. The Gander and the Bantam Cock. A goose was seated on her eggs in a quiet corner, not far from a horse pond in a farmyard. Up and down before her strode a game cock, which, watching the calm looks and contented manner of the goose which contrasted so greatly with his own fiery disposition, began to get angry, just as human beings who are out of sorts, sometimes, do with those who appear happy and smiling. At last, working himself into a downright passion, he flew at the poor goose, pecked out one of her eyes, and while she was attempting to defend herself, trampled on and destroyed several of her eggs. The Gander, which was waddling about on the other side of the pond, on seeing what was taking place, hastened to the aid of his consort and attacked the savage cock. The cock, of course, turned upon him, and a desperate battle ensued. The two combatants, after a time, drew off from each other, both probably claiming the victory. For some days after this, the cock, taught prudence, allowed the goose to remain in quiet, the Gander watching him narrowly. The latter, at last, trusting to the lesson he had given the cock, wandered away for preventer to a distant part of the yard. No sooner was he gone than the cock, which had all the time been waiting for an opportunity, again assaulted the poor goose. Her loud cries were fortunately heard by the Gander, which came tearing along with outstretched wings to her assistance, and seizing the cock by the neck before the angry bird could turn his head. He hauled him along to the pond. In he plunged, and soon had him deep in water. I am more than your master now, thought the Gander as he ducked the cock under the surface. I will take care, you shall never more interfere with my dear goose. And again and again he ducked the cock, keeping his head each time longer under water, till at last his struggle ceased, and he was drowned. It is sinful to harbor the slightest feeling of revenge in our hearts, yet those who attack others unable to defend themselves, either by word or deed, must expect to receive deserved punishment from the more powerful friends of their victims, and of the Gander and the Bantam cock, the farmer and his goose. A Cheshire farmer had a large flock of geese. As he was passing through the yard one day, one of the geese quitted its companions and stalked after him. Why it did so, he could never tell, as he had shown it no more attention than the rest of the flock. The following day the goose behaved in the same way, and at length wherever he went, to the mill, the blacksmith's shop, or even through the bustling streets of the neighboring town, the goose followed at his heels. When he went to church, he was obliged to shut up the goose. While plowing his fields, the goose would walk sedately before him, with firm step, and head and neck erect, frequently turning round and fixing its eyes upon him. One furrow completed, and the plow turned. The goose, without losing step, would adroitly will about, and with thus behave, till it followed its master home. Even in the house, as he sat by the fire in the evening, it would mount on his lap, nestle its head in his bosom, and preen his hair with its beak, as it was want to do its own feathers. Even when he went out shooting, the goose followed like a dog, getting over the fences as well as he could himself. It is sad to think that gross superstition was the cause of the death of the faithful bird. The ignorant farmer afterwards killed it, fancying that the mysterious affection of the goose boated him some evil. Take warning from the fate of the poor goose, and do not bestow your affection on those who seem unworthy of it, however clever or powerful they may be. End of the farmer and his goose. The blind woman and her gander. Bishop Stanley, who mentions the story, heard of an aged, blind woman who used to be led every Sunday to church by a gander which took hold of her gown with its bill. When she had seated herself, it retired to graze in the church yard till she came out again, and then it would lead her safely home. One day the clergyman called at her house, and expressed his surprise to the daughter that the mother should venture abroad. She replied, Oh, sir, we are not afraid of trusting her out of sight, for the gander is with her. When a poor, despised goose can thus make itself of so much use, how much more should you try to become useful? End of the blind woman and her gander. The prisoner set free. Mrs. F., who has had much experience with poultry, fears them very sensible and kind-hearted birds. The leg of a young duck had been broken by an accident. She placed it in splints and put the bird under a small crate, on a patch of grass, to prevent its moving about till it had recovered. It was one of a large family, and in a short time its relatives gathered round the prisoner, clamoring their condolence in every variety of quacking intonation. They forced their necks under the crate, evidently trying to raise it, and thus liberate the captive. But the effort was beyond their strength. Convinced at length of this, after clamoring a little more, they marched away in a body, while the prisoner quietly sat down and appeared resigned. A short time afterwards, a great deal of quacking was heard, and a regiment of upwards of forty ducks was seen marching into the yard, headed by two handsome drakes, known by the names of Robin Hood and Friar Tuck. Evidently with a preconceived purpose, they all marched up to the crate and surrounded it. Every neck was thrust beneath the lowest bar of the prison. Every effort was made to raise it, but in vain. At length, a parley ensued. Then the noise ceased. Suddenly the deep-toned quacking of Robin Hood was heard, when their object became clear. All the tribe gathered together on one side of the crate, the strongest in front, and as many as could reach it, thrust their necks beneath the crate, while the rest pushed them forward from behind. Thus, they succeeded in overturning the crate and setting free their imprisoned friend. With clamorous rejoicings from the whole troop, the liberated duck limped off in their midst. The sensible ducks teach us the important lesson that union is strength. Not that they, you will agree with me, showed their wisdom exactly in liberating their companion, who was placed in confinement for his benefit. However, remember through life how much you may affect, and a good cause, by syncing all minor differences, and uniting with others like-minded with yourself. End of the prisoner set free. The two sporting friends. My children have a black dog and a jackdaw, and though the bird shows a preference for human companionship, when he cannot obtain that, he hops off to the dog's kennel, on top of which he sits, talking to his four-footed friend in his own fashion. And the dog seems well pleased to receive his visits. I fully expect, someday, to have some curious tale to tell about them. In the meantime, I will tell you of a raven which had been brought up with a dog in Cambridgeshire. They had formed an alliance, offensive and defensive, and could certainly interchange ideas. The dog was fond of hares and rabbits, and the raven had no objection to a piece of game for his dinner. Being both at liberty, they used to set out together into the country to hunt. The dog would enter a cover and drive out the hares or rabbits, when the raven, which was watching outside, would pounce down on the animals as they rushed from the thicket and hold them to the dog came to its assistance. They thus managed to obtain their desired feast. Indeed, they were probably more successful than many human sportsmen. End of the two sporting friends. The two hens. In Mrs. F's poultry yard, some duck eggs had been placed under a dorking hen. A few days afterwards, a bantam began to sit on her own eggs, the nests being close together. In the accustomed 21 days, the bantams were hatched and removed. But after the usual 30 days required for hatching the duck eggs had passed, none appeared. And so the dorking hen was taken away and the nest destroyed. Although 10 days had elapsed since the hatching of the bantam's eggs, the dorking hen remembered her neighbor's good fortune and tried to get possession of her food, calling the little ones feeding them and fighting to keep them. But the true mother would by no means consent to resign her rights. To prevent the interference of the dorking, she was shut up for several days. But directly she was liberated, she again flew to the little chickens and acted as before. Two Muscovy ducklings, having just been hatched under another hen, were offered as a consolation for her disappointment to the dorking. And such was her desire for maternity that she instantly adopted them. To prevent further trouble, she and her charges were sent to a neighboring house. A fortnight later, other ducks were hatched. And as it seemed a pity to waste the time of the banished hen with two ducklings only, they were sent for home. The little Muscovies were placed with their own brethren and the hen turned loose among the rest of the poultry, it being supposed impossible that she would still recollect the past. Her memory, however, was more tenacious than any one fancied. Once more she hastened to the bantams and lavished her care on the tiny things of whom only three were surviving. The bantam mother, on this, appeared satisfied to regard her as a friend. They disputed no longer, but jointly and equally lavished their cares and caresses on the three chicks. Here is not only a curious example of tenacity of memory, but it is the only instance of friendship Mrs. F. has ever known to exist amongst galinacious fowl. Do not be jealous of another's success, but try rather to assist and support a rival, if your services are acceptable. And of the two hens. The Wild Turkey and the Dog Audubon, the American naturalist, whose statements we can thoroughly trust, once possessed a fine male turkey of the wild breed common in the western states. He had reared the bird till it became so tame that it would follow anyone who called it. He had also a favorite spaniel, which became thoroughly intimate with the turkey, and the two might constantly have been seen running side by side. When the bird was about two years old, it would fly into the forest and occasionally remain away for several days together. It happened one day, after it had been absent for some time, that Audubon was walking through the forest at some distance from his home. He saw a turkey get up before him, but he did not recognize it as his own. Wishing to secure it for the table, he ordered his dog to make chase. Off went the spaniel at full speed, but the bird, instead of flying away, remained quietly on the ground till its pursuer came up. The dog was then about to seize it, when Audubon saw the former suddenly stop and turn her head towards him. On hastening up, he discovered greatly to his surprise that the turkey was his own. Recognizing the spaniel, it had not flown away from her, as it would have done from a strange dog. Unhappily, the turkey, again leaving home to range through the forest, was mistaken for a wild one and accidentally shot. Audubon recognized it by a red ribbon being brought him, which he had placed around his neck. Do not forget old friends or former worthy companions, however humble, but treat them with kindness and consideration. End of the wild turkey and the dog. The brave hen. A Spanish hen in Mrs. F's poultry yard was sitting on her nest in the hatching house, which had a small window through which a person might look to see that all was right. As the hens were usually fed upon their nests, the ground was strewn with corn, which tempted the rats and mice. The hens used frequently to punish the mice by a sharp tap on the head with their beak, which laid them to rest forever. One day, Mrs. F was looking through the window when she saw a middle-sized rat peering forth from its hole. The rat scrambled into the upper range of boxes, where sat the Spanish hen, and then remained awhile, still as a mouse. The hen evidently saw him, but she sat close. Her head drawn back and kept low on the shoulder. Her eyes nearly closed. She clearly feigned to be asleep. The rat deceived, advanced a few steps, and then sat on his haunches, looking and listening with all his might. Again he moved, again paused, then sprang into one corner of the nest, grappling an egg with his four paws at the same instant. The hen had never stirred all the time, but now, suddenly throwing forward her head, she seized her foe by the nape of the neck. Then, without withdrawing her bill, she pressed down his head repeatedly with all her force. She then gave an extra peck or two. Half rose, settled her eggs beneath her again, and seemed happy, and before her lay, a half-grown rat, quite dead. This was, indeed, calm courage. If you can, this brave hen. Endeavor to be cool and collected when danger approaches. End of the brave hen. The gallant swan and his foe. Swans show much bravery, especially in defending their young. Indeed from their size, they are able to do battle with the largest of the feathered tribe. They have also been known to attack people who have ventured nearer to their signets than they liked. I remember a lady being attacked by a swan on the banks of a lake in the grounds of a relative of mine. She had to take flight and was met running along the path crying for aid with the swan, its wings outstretched, in full chase after her. End of the gallant swan and his foe. The raven and the bird trap. Only lately, a person paddling in a canoe near Kilmsford approached a nest of signets when the parents swan swam out and seizing the bow of the canoe nearly upset it. The paddler had to back out of the way with difficulty escaping the violent assaults of the enraged bird. One morning, as a family of signets were assembled on the banks of one of the islands in the zoological gardens of London and the parent birds were swimming about watching their little ones a carrion crow, thinking that the old birds were too far off to interfere with him, pounced down on one of these signets. The father swan, however, had his eye on the mariter and darting forward seized him with his bill. The crow and vane struggled to get free. The swan, like the gander I before mentioned, dragged the felon towards the lake and plunging him underwater held them there till his calls sounded no longer. Be brave and bold in defense of the helpless, especially of those committed to your charge and of the raven and the bird trap. The raven and the bird trap, too. Ravens are supposed to be the most cunning and sagacious of birds. They are knowing fellows at all events. Some schoolboys in Ireland used frequently to set traps for catching birds. A tame raven belonging to their family frequently watched the proceedings of the young gentleman and it occurred to him that he had as much right to the birds as they had. When, therefore, they were out of the way, he would fly down to the trap and lift the lid. But as he could not hold it up and seize his prey at the same time, the bird invariably escaped. Not far off lived another tame raven with which he was on visiting acquaintance. After having vainly attempted on frequent occasions to get the birds out of the trap by himself, he one day observed another poor bird caught. Instead, however, of running the risk of opening the trap as before, he hastened off to his acquaintance. The two ravens then came back to the trap and while one lifted the lid, the other seized the poor captive. They then divided their prize between them. When you see rogues like these two ravens agree, do you not feel ashamed when you take so little pains to assist your companions in doing what is right? We are placed in this world to help one another. End of the raven and the bird trap, too. End of Part 1 of Chapter 8 of Stories of Animal Seagocity. Part 2 of Chapter 8 of Stories of Animal Seagocity. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading by Allison Hester of Athens, Georgia. Stories of Animal Seagocity by W.H.G. Kingston. Part 2 of Chapter 8 Birds The Facetious Raven A large dog was kept chained in a stable yard in the roof of one of the outbuildings of which a raven had his abode. The dog and the bird had become great friends. Yet the latter could not help amusing himself at the expense of his four-footed companion. Sometimes he would snatch a piece of food from the dog's pan, often when he did not wish to eat it himself. As the dog submitted without complaint at first, the raven would come again and take another piece away, then bring it back just within reach and dangle it over the dog's nose. As soon as he opened his mouth to catch it, the raven would dart off again and out of his reach. At other times he would hide a piece just beyond the length of the dog's chain and then, with a cunning look, perch upon his head. Yet mischievous as he was, the bird would never altogether run away with the quadruped's food, but would after a while return it, with the exception of any small bit which he might wish to keep for himself. These tricks in no way offended the good nature dog. He showed a remarkable instance of his affection, when on one occasion the raven happened to tumble into a tub of water just beyond his range. Seeing the poor bird struggling, he exerted all his strength and dragged his heavy kennel forward till he could put his head over the edge of the tub, when he took the raven up in his mouth and laid him gently on the ground to recover. End of the facetious raven. The Arctic raven. Ravens vie with our brave Arctic explorers in the wide circuit they make in their wanderings. When Captain McClure was frozen up in the ice during his last expedition to the North Pole, two ravens settled themselves near his ship for the sake of obtaining the scraps of food thrown to them by the semen. A dog belonging to the ship, however, regarding their pickings as an encroachment on his rights, used, as they drew near, to rush forward and endeavor to seize them with his mouth. But the ravens were too cunning to be entrapped in that manner. No sooner were the mess-tens cleared out than they would approach and as he sprang after them would fly a few yards off and there keep a sharp eye on his movements. Having enticed him to a distance, they would fly rapidly towards the ship with a chuckle of satisfaction and before the dog arrived all the best bits had been secured by his cunning rivals. End of the Arctic Raven The Eagle's Nest Magnificent as the eagle is in appearance, he certainly does not, on the score of intellect, deserve the rank he holds as king of birds. Except that he will fight bravely now and then for his young I know of no good quality he possesses. A countryman in the Highlands, to whose farm yard and eagle had paid several unwelcome visits, carrying off ducklings and chickens determined to have his revenge. Sallying forth, gun in hand, he climbed up the rocky side of a neighboring mountain when he saw, high above him, the nest of the eagle. Shouting loudly, he discovered that neither of the parents were at home. Taking off his shoes, he was ascending towards the nest when, about half way up, while he was standing on a ledge, holding on tightly to a rock, he aspired a hen eagle rapidly approaching with a supply of food in her beak. Immediately and with a terrible scream, she darted towards the intruder. Unable to defend himself, he expected to have his eyes torn out when he let go and slipped to a broader ledge. Again, the eagle pounced upon him and so close was she that even then he could not get a shot at her. In desperation, he took off his bonnet and threw it at the bird. She, seeing it fall, immediately followed it to the foot of the rock. This gave him an opportunity of bringing his gun to bear on her. The shot took effect and she fell dead far below him. End of the eagle's nest. The tame robins What interesting confiding little birds are the robin red breasts of our own dear England. It was summertime, an old lady lay in bed suffering from her last illness. The bed was of large size, with a roof and four posts, the foot of it not being far from the window. The lattice, with its diamond panes, was open from more until Eve. And as the old lady thus lay calm and composed and often alone, she observed a pair of robins enter by the window and fly round the corner of the roof of her bed, chirping to each other. They seemed to agree that just inside of the bed would be a nice spot for building their nest. Away they flew and soon returned with straws and little sticks. Thus they quickly had a cozy little nest constructed in a secure position which no bird of prey or marauding cat was likely to reach. The lady would on no account allow of their being disturbed and they had free ingress and egress. Here the hen laid her eggs sitting upon them, while the cock robin brought her her daily meals. The eggs were hatched and in this happy abode, greatly to the pleasure of the old lady, their little family was reared and before she died they were fully fledged and had flown away. End of the tame robins. The affectionate duck. A duck and drake lived together as husband and wife should do in the bonds of mutual affection. The poultry yard being assailed. The drake was carried off by thieves. The poor bereaved duck exhibited evident signs of grief at her loss. Retiring to a corner she sat this consulate all day. No longer did she preen herself as had been her want. Scarcely could she be induced to waddle to the pond nor would she touch the food brought to her. It was thought, indeed, that she would die. While in this unhappy condition a drake by which the same marauders had been deprived of his mate cast his eyes on her and began to consider that she might replace his lost companion. She, however, instead of offering him encouragement repelled his advances with evident disdain. Search had been made for the thieves and though they escaped their booty was discovered. Most of the birds alive and well and among them the affectionate ducks lost husband. On his return to the farm yard the loving couple exhibited the liveliest joy at meeting. She had a long story to tell which the drake listened to with stern attention. No sooner was it finished then he glanced fiercely round the farm yard and then evidently with fel intentions made his way towards where the rival drake was digging worms from the soft mud. His pace quickened as he approached his antagonist. Then with a loud quack he flew at him, brought him to the ground, pecked out first one eye and then the other and otherwise assaulted him so furiously that his unfortunate foe sank at length lifeless beneath the blows of his strong bill. While I describe the bad example set by the drake I must entreat you not to harbor even for a moment any angry feelings which may arise at injuries done you. End of The Affection at Duck Old Feel The Seagull From the lofty cliffs at the back of the Isle of White numerous wild fowl may be seen whirling in rapid flight through the air. Now rising above the green downs now descending to the blue surface of the water. Towards the west end of that romantic island in a hollow between the cliffs is the village of Calburn. Here sometimes since might have been seen sailing over the village green Old Feel one of the white winged birds I have described. Abandoning the wild freedom of his brethren he had associated himself with the human inhabitants of the place. His chief friend was a grocer near whose shop he would alight on a neighboring wall and receive with gratitude the bits of cheese and other dainties which were offered him. At certain times of the year however he would take his departure and generally return with a wife whom he used to introduce to his old friends that she might partake of their hospitality. Not indeed that she would venture so close to the grocer's shop even for the sake of the cheese pairings but she used to enter the village and frequently spent her time at a pond hard buy while Old Feel went to pay his respects to the purveyor of groceries. End of Old Feel The Seagull The Tame Crow It is interesting to rear up animals or birds and to watch their progress as they gain strength and sense and thus remark their various habits and dispositions. Almost invariably when kindly treated they return the care spent on them by marks of affection though some exhibit it in a much less decree than others. Crows are considered wise birds but while understanding how to take care of themselves they are not celebrated for their affectionate disposition. Still a crow may become fond of its owner. A gentleman had reared one from the nest and it had long dwelt with him coming at his call and feeding from his hand. At length it disappeared and he supposed it to have been killed. About a year afterwards as he was out walking one day he observed several crows flying overhead when what was his surprise to see one of them leave the flock fly towards him and perch on his shoulder. He at once recognized his old friend and spoke to it as he had been in the habit of doing. The crow called in return but kept carefully beyond reach of his hand showing that having enjoyed a free existence it did not intend to submit again to captivity. A few more calls were uttered its companions called likewise. The crow understood their call probably its mate and perhaps its young ones were among them glancing towards them and with a farewell call at its old master it spread its wings and joined the flock nor did it ever again return to its former abode. You will find it far more easy to give up good habits than to get rid of the bad ones. Be careful therefore to cherish the good ones you can never have too many of them. End of the tame crow the ostrich and her young. The ostrich which with its long strides and small wings traverses the sandy deserts of Africa at a rapid rate lifting its head on the lookout for danger is generally spoken of as a stupid bird Notwithstanding this character it displays great affection for its young and some sense in other matters. Sometimes a pair may be seen with a troop of twelve or more young ones watching all their movements and ready to call them away should a foe appear. Sometimes the young are not much larger than guinea fowls and as their parents are aware that the little birds cannot run so fast as they themselves can they endeavor when an enemy comes near them to draw him away from their charges. The female generally undertakes this office while the cockbird leads the brood in an opposite direction. Now the hen ostrich flies off before the horsemen spreading out or drooping her wings. Now she will throw herself on the ground before the foe as if wounded again to rise when he gets too near and then wheeling about she tries to induce him to follow her. Thus she will proceed trying similar devices till she fancies that she has led her pursuer to a safe distance from the brood. When abandoning her former tactics she will dash off across the plane fleet as the wind. End of the ostrich and her young. The blackbirds and grimalkin two blackbirds had built their nest in the thick bow of a tree which overhung a high paling. Here they fancied themselves secure from the prying eyes of idle boys or marauding cats. The hen laid her egg in her new abode and in due time several fledglings were hatched which her faithful mate assisted her to rear. While in the full enjoyment of their happiness watching over their helpless young ones they one day saw what to them appeared a terrific monster. A large cat leaped to the top of the paling and began cautiously creeping along it. So narrow was it however that even grimalkin could not venture to move fast. The parent blackbirds watched him with beating hearts as he crept on and on. His savage eyes turned up ever and on when he stepped towards their nest where the young ones were chirping merrily unconscious of danger. In another instant he might make his fatal spring and seize them in his cruel jaws. The heart of the tender mother urged her to risk her own life for the sake of her offspring. Downward she flew uttering loud screams of anger almost within reach of the marauder but the narrowness of the paling prevented him from leaping forward and seizing her in his claws. The brave father was not behind his maiden courage. He too pitched on the top of the fence directly in front of grimalkin. As the cat crept on he retreated hoping to draw her past his nest but the cruel plunderer's eye was too securely fixed on that. The cock, seeing this, darted with the courage of despair on the back of his enemy and assailed him with such fierce and repeated pecks on the head that the cat, losing his balance, fell to the ground and astonished at the unexpected attack scampered off, resolved, I hope, never again to molest the heroic blackbirds while they flew back to the nest they had so bravely defended. End of The Blackbirds and Grimalkin Conclusion I have often thought while writing these stories of a remark made by one of my boys whom, when he was a very little fellow, I took to hear a sermon to children at the Abbey Church of Malvern. The vicar gave a number of interesting anecdotes of children who had assisted poor people, saved up their money for charitable purposes, made collections for missionary objects who had died young, happy to go to a better world or had been brought to love Jesus at an early age and had been the means of inducing their companions to love him too. My little boy, who was seated in my lap, listened with eyes fixed on the preacher to every word that was said. At last one or two accounts were given which seemed to puzzle him greatly. In casting an inquiring glance into my face, he whispered, Papa, Papa, is him all true? Now perhaps some of you, my young friends, as you read the stories I have given you, will be inclined to ask, as did my little boy, is him all true? I can reply to you as I did to him. Oh yes, I believe so. They are generally thoroughly well authenticated. A considerable number have been narrated to me by friends who witnessed the behavior of the animals, while several have come under my own observation. I trust, therefore, my dear young friends, that the narratives I have given you may not only prove interesting, but that you will learn from them to pay due respect to all animals, however mean and insignificant you have been accustomed to think them. They think and reason in their way. They not only suffer bodily pain, but they have feelings and a remarkable degree, like your own, and you must own that it is cruel to hurt those feelings by ill treatment or neglect. It is pleasant to read an interesting book. It is good to remember what you read, and better still to gain some useful lessons from it. This I hope you will do from these stories about animals and the teachings they afford. I trust, therefore, that you will derive benefit, as well as amusement, from this little book. And with earnest wishes that you may do so, I bid you farewell. End of Conclusion End of Stories of Animal Cegocity by W. H. G. Kingston This reading by Alice and Hester in March 2008