Round and Round They swept

Boating in a lake cypress, the NAP morning we disturbed an army of wood ibis among them. Reluctantly took flight, when the majority of them recognized the concept of our point guard. All of a sudden the whole company of them, a century and a half broken, at least, to our vision as we glided on through the flooded forest, and when we came in sight, the sound of their wings was like those who stayed between doubled where the trees were all asleep, jumpedsuddenly in the air. They were unforgettable show, which stretched army of large birds, almost as big as turkeys, sailing and flying over our heads, long necks and legs, her long, glossy blacks edges dazzling white wings of the sun.

Swept round, climbing higher and higher above the trees, fluttering their wings, now powerful, now severely strained, sweeping and turning in and out in a maze so complicated that a collision seemed inevitable. Forslightly, while in the air above the tops Cypress seemed to fill, and that was when the show was beautiful and impressive. But that moment was memorable because it was so memorable, I think, as another moment, when suddenly the sound of their wings large, all other sounds were lost in the lagoon. It was a moment not to forget, a time when I heard the wildest of wild music.

The Ibis wood is not the region where I live, the country of abnormally lowSouth Carolina. Indeed, in some parts of the country's low can be seen in hundreds of June to October, while some birds were also cited in the winter. I traveled forty miles or more from the salt, where ibis were so numerous that there is hardly a time when nobody was in sight, and most of the march of this kind, which is well known in this country like a fool is one of the most familiar of all marsh birds. However, there is a bird, no bird-loverever heard of common things, no matter how rich it is. Its large, distinctive and impressive form, its strange and interesting food choices, especially given its dignity in the air and a certain quality in their looks fantastic when in flight, mainly because of its long neck and legs and King combined his strong contrast black and white plumage, all these things that a bird perennial interest.

For me there is another important element of charmwood ibis element of barbarism. More vividly than any other bird in the swamps and lagoons, recalls the ibis, the glamorous early days of America, where was the white man's civilization has played havoc with all creatures great desert.