A love ideal of the Cardinal bird and his mate, told with delicacy and humor.
hey had faded, luscious big berries ripened within reach and drew food hunters. She built with far more than ordinary care. It was a beautiful nest, not nearly so carelessly made as those of her kindred all through the swamp. There was a distinct attempt at a cup shape, and it really was neatly lined with dried blades of sweet marsh grass. But it was in the laying of her first egg that the queen cardinal forever distinguished herself. She was a fine healthy bird, full of love and happiness over her first venture in nest-building, and she so far surpassed herself on that occasion she had difficulty in convincing any one that she was responsible for the result.
Indeed, she was compelled to lift beak and wing against her mate in defense of this egg, for it was so unusually large that he could not be persuaded short of force that some sneak of the feathered tribe had not slipped in and deposited it in her absence. The king felt sure there was something wrong with the egg, and wanted to roll it from the nes
The life of a bird raising a family near an Indiana river.
Don't expect an avian version of "Black Beauty" or "The Lady and the Tramp." It's not your typical animal story, but more of a nature text given a thin coating of fiction.
Stratton-Porter inserts only the slightest anthropomorphism. People don't appear till the second chapter, and exist merely as supporting characters.
I found it somewhat dull, therefore, but someone with more interest in birds might enjoy it better.