The Pleasures of Ignorance eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 184 pages of information about The Pleasures of Ignorance.

The Pleasures of Ignorance eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 184 pages of information about The Pleasures of Ignorance.
as they are called—­with their white cheeks and their less hysterical voices that greet one in passing with a pleasant little “Cheerio!” As they alight from the air beside a puddle, they indulge in a little prance as though they were trying to cut a figure of eight on nothing or were essaying in some manner to sweep their tails out of way.  Their whole existence, however, is a dance.  Whether they pick their food from the rocks or in a field of cows, the alert head and jerking tail are never still, but are nervously ready for flight almost before the hint of danger.  And they have usually with them as nervous companions the rock-pipits, charming little tight-skinned, low-crowned birds that hurry off wavily through the air, reiterating their solitary note of fear as they fly.  The starlings, which seemed to disappear for a time, have now returned to the fields near the sea.  They have left their wonderful sheen somewhere behind them, and are mottled and plebeian.  Still, to see a cloud of them alighting in a field at the end of a swift circle of flight is a pretty enough spectacle.

The evolutions of cavalry and still more of aeroplanes are elementary compared to this.  Close-packed as they are, a thousand of them will wheel in order without an accident and alight each on his own patch of ground with the easy grace of acrobats.  It is only when they have found their feet that the disorder begins.  Whether it is worms or insects or verdure they seek among the grazing cows, there is evidently little enough to go round, and starling fights starling with peck and protest all over the field.  It is a scene of civil war, save that the birds do not form themselves into sides but each wrestles with its neighbour at random.  But, after all, they are very hungry.  They cluster ravenously on the green patches, even on the sides of the old stone walls.  They have evidently not had the economic question settled for them as the cows have.

Luckily, other birds are either less desperate or more pacific by nature.  The stone-chat as he flits from bramble to bramble in his black cap, white collar, and red bib is a bird of charming behaviour as well as of charming colour.  There is nothing in him at discord with these rainbow days.  For stormy as they are, the days are rainbow days to an astonishing extent.  Seldom have I seen such a violence of rainbows.  The colours almost startle one, like a courting ape’s.  Every passing shower builds an arch of the seven colours like a palace on the sea.  Then it draws near till the foot of the rainbow stands a few yards below over the breaking waves.  Sea-birds sail through it, and, if a pot of gold is really to be found at the end of it, I must often lately have been within touching distance of a fortune....  At night, Jupiter—­it is Jupiter, is it not? that hangs in the V of Aldebaran about eight or nine in the evening just now—­stills the world to wonder as the rainbow does by day.  He is so splendid a fire as to seem almost solitary, even when the moon is shining.  A few evenings ago, he shed a path of light over the sea as the moon does, and seemed to light up the sands on the far side of the bay....  It is undoubtedly a blasted world, but what a beautiful blasted world!  It is a pity that we and the starlings are so belly-driven that we cannot settle down to enjoy it.  Peck, peck.  My worm, I think.  Peck, peck, peck.

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