"Now if thar's anythin' in Arizona for whose jedgement I don't have
respect nacheral, it's birds. Arizona for sech folks as you an' me,
an' coyotes an' jack-rabbits, is a good range. Sech as we-alls
sorter fits into the general play an' gets action for our stacks.
But whatever a bird can find entrancin' in some of them Southwestern
deserts is allers too many for me.
"As I su'gests, I former holds fowls, who of free choice continues a
residence in Arizona, as imbeciles. Yet now an' then I observes
things that makes me oncertain if I'm onto a bird's system; an' if
after all Arizona is sech a dead kyard for birds. It's possible a
gent might be way off on birds an' the views they holds of life. He
might watch the play an' esteem 'em loser, when from a bird's p'int
of view they's makin' a killin', an' even callin' the turn every
deal.
"What he'ps to open my eyes a lot on birds is two Road Runners Doc
Peets an' me meets up with one afternoon comin' down from Lordsburg.
These yere Road Runners is a lanky kind of prop'sition, jest a shade
off from spring chickens for size. Which their arrangements as to
neck an' laigs is onrestricted an' liberal, an' their long suit is
runnin' up an' down the sun-baked trails of Arizona with no object.
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