Birds of the Plains — Story, Setting & Ideas

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Dewar, Douglas, 1875-1957, Fayrer, F. D. S. (Frederick Durand Stirling), 1869- [Illustrator] Project Gutenberg 2014 Not confirmed
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Words 69,882
Reading time 304 min
Text sections 9

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Douglas Dewar's 1909 study of Indian plains birds blends natural history with personal observation, using a conversational tone and self-deprecating humor. The preface defends quirky titles, while chapters like 'The Golden Oriole' detail nest construction and bird behavior with precise, vivid language.
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as though they were infants, incapable of doing anything for themselves.

At the beginning of the cold weather I changed my quarters, so was not able to witness the break-up of the crow family. Probably this did not occur until the following spring, when nesting operations commenced.

The feeding of the young after they have left the nest and are full-grown is not confined to crows.

I was walking one morning along a shady lane when I noticed on the grass by the roadside a bird which I did not recognise. It was a small creature, clothed in black and white, which tripped along like a wagtail. It had no tail, but it wagged the hind end of its body just as a sandpiper does. While I was trying to identify this strange creature, a young pied wagtail came running up to it with open mouth, into which the first bird popped something. I then saw that the unknown bird was simply a pied wagtail (_Motacilla maderaspatensis_) which had lost her tail! The young bird was fully as large as the mother, and having a respectable tail, which it wagged in a very sedate manner, looked far more imposing. The parts of the plumage which were black in the mother were brownish grey in the young bird. The white eyebrow was not so well defined in the youngster as in the adult, while the former had rather more white in the wing, but as regards size there was nothing to choose between the two. The young bird remained in close attendance on the mother. It was able to keep pace with her as she dashed after a flying insect. It ran after her begging continually for food. The mother swallowed most of the flies she caught, but now and again put one into the mouth of the young bird, but she did so very severely, as if she were saying, “You are far too old to be fed; it is no use to pretend you cannot catch insects, you are a naughty, lazy, little bird!” But the lackadaisical air of the young one expressed more plainly than words: “Oh, mother, it tires me to chase insects. They move so fast. I have tried, but have caught so few, and am very hungry.”

For several minutes the young wagtail followed the mother; then something arrested its attention, so that it tarried behind its parent. The mother moved away, apparently glad to be rid of the troublesome child for a little. Then she suddenly flew off. Presently the young wagtail looked round for its mother, and I was interested to see what would happen when it noticed that she had flown away. My curiosity was soon satisfied. Directly the young bird perceived that the mother had gone, it set itself most philosophically to catch insects, which it did with all the skill of an old bird, turning, twisting, doubling, with the elegance of an experienced wagtail.

I describe these two little incidents, not as anything wonderful, but as examples of what is continually going on in the world around us.

The parental instinct is probably developed in some birds more than in others, but I believe that in all cases the affection of a bird mother for her young persists long after they have left the nest, and for some time after they are fully capable of looking after themselves.

Birds are born with many instincts, but they have much to learn both before and after they leave the nest. It is not until their education is complete, until the mother bird has taught them all she herself knows, until they are as strong or stronger than she, that the young birds are driven away and made to look after themselves.

Douglas Dewar opens Birds of the Plains with a preface that defends his choice of book titles, arguing they are mere labels rather than descriptions. He recounts how a customer asking for Nux Vomica was handed Lux Mundi, illustrating his point with a wry anecdote. This self-deprecating humor sets the tone for a work that blends ornithological observation with personal reflection.

Dewar’s voice is conversational yet precise. He describes the golden oriole’s nest as “a cup-shaped structure slung on to two or three branches,” noting how the bird winds fibres around boughs “in much the same way as a prawn net is to its wooden framework.” Such comparisons ground his observations in everyday experience, making the natural world accessible without sacrificing accuracy.

A Self-Aware Naturalist’s Voice

Dewar’s narrative voice is distinctive for its blend of scientific curiosity and wry self-awareness. In the preface, he admits that writing a book is easy—selling it is the challenge. He then defends his previous title Bombay Ducks against critics, playfully suggesting that reviewers might reverse their adjectives for this new work. This meta-commentary recurs throughout: when describing the oriole’s harsh call, he speculates that a placid bird “may have been indulging in unpleasant day dreams; who knows?” Such asides humanize the observer without undermining the factual content.

Dewar frequently addresses the reader directly, as when he notes that “naturalists, equally with poets, have neglected this beautiful species.” He positions himself as both a corrective to oversight and a fellow enthusiast, creating an intimate, almost conversational rapport. This voice is consistent across chapters, lending the book a unified personality despite its varied subjects.

Precision in Description and Structure

Dewar’s prose is marked by careful attention to physical detail. Describing the oriole’s nest, he notes that it is “secured to its supporting branches” by fibres “wound first round one branch, then passed under the nest, and finally wound round another bough.” He cites Jerdon’s account of a nest suspended by “a long roll of cloth about three-quarters of an inch wide,” which the bird had pilfered from a verandah. Such specifics ground the text in observable fact.

The structure of each chapter follows a loose pattern: an introduction to the species, a discussion of its habits, and often a personal anecdote. In “The Golden Oriole,” Dewar moves from the bird’s migration patterns to its arboreal habits, then to its diet and vocalizations, before focusing on nest construction. This logical flow, punctuated by his own failed attempts to observe the birds at work, gives the writing a narrative momentum that sustains interest across the book’s many chapters.

Pacing and the Rhythm of Observation

Dewar controls pacing by alternating between broad generalizations and minute observations. He opens the oriole chapter with a sweeping statement: “The oriole is essentially a bird of the greenwood tree.” Then he narrows to a specific image: “Very beautiful does such a bird look, sitting outlined against the sky, as the first rays of the morning sun fall upon and add fresh lustre to its golden plumage.” This rhythm—from general to particular—creates a sense of discovery.

He also varies sentence length to mimic the tempo of fieldwork. Short, declarative sentences (“Orioles feed upon both fruit and insects”) give way to longer, more reflective passages. When describing his own waiting for the oriole to return to its nest, he writes: “I waited for some time, hoping the birds would return and allow me to see them finish the adjustment of these fibres; but unfortunately there was no cover available.” The frustration is palpable, and the pacing slows to match his patient vigil. Such moments make the reader feel the passage of time in the field.

Dewar’s Birds of the Plains rewards readers who appreciate a naturalist’s eye for detail and a writer’s ear for rhythm. The chapters are best read as standalone essays, each offering a self-contained glimpse into the life of an Indian bird. Pay attention to Dewar’s asides—they often reveal as much about the observer as the observed. The book’s conversational tone makes it an ideal companion for a quiet afternoon, inviting you to share in the pleasures of patient watching.

Dewar’s little asides about impatient nestlings make me think of how the same patient watching shaped Arthur Cleveland Bent’s woodpecker notes. There’s a comfort in knowing another naturalist, thousands of miles away, also found his birds’ stubbornness oddly endearing. I sometimes revisit that old copy of Life histories of North American woodpeckers — Story, Setting & Ideas for the same unhurried warmth, and it feels like a shared afternoon.

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