Every feathery plume in the dainty bonnet means that at least one
happy, innocent life has been taken. Do the feathers look quite so
pretty to you when you think of all this? Is it comfortable to feel that
for the sake of being in the fashion you have been the cause of such
distress? If you can, for one moment, put yourself in the place of the
mother bird as she lies dying on the grass and thinking of the little
ones that will never see her again, I am sure nothing will induce you to
be seen with her beautiful feathers in your hat. No ornament, bought at
such a price, is worth the cost.
WINGED FISHERS.
The seagull loves the salt sea and the wild wind. The waves are his
cradle. When he wishes to fly, he spreads his long, narrow wings, and
the breeze carries him along as if he were a white boat with sails.
Now and then he pounces down upon the water. That is when he catches
sight of some shining fish which he thinks will make him a good dinner.
He is a hungry bird, and, fortunately for us, he is not very particular
as to what he eats. He swallows the floating scraps which would soon
become unsightly and dangerous if they were left along the shore.
The common gull has a pure white breast, a slate-colored back, and
black-tipped wings.
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