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that part which we should call the shoulders—they 
are red too. “A scarlet bird! A crimson bird!” 
that is what you would say first, if you were to see 
this wonderful Cock-of-the-Rock, and then, all at 
once, you would cry out, “Oh, but where is his 
beak? Why, he has no beak!” Yes, and you might 
almost say, ‘“‘ Where is his head?” for you don’t see 
that either—at least, you only see the back of it, all 
the rest, and the beak too, is hidden in a wonderful 
crest of crimson feathers that almost looks like the 
head itself, only it is a little too big for that.. This 
crest is just the shape of a tea-cosy, so that it looks 
as if some one had put a little tea-cosy made of the 
most splendid blood-red, fiery, crimson-sunset feathers 
right over the bird’s head and covered it quite up. 
You see no beak at all, and it does look so funny to 
see a bird without a beak—a/mostas funny as it would 
to see a beak without a bird. 
The two other kinds of Cock-of-the-Rock are 
very handsome birds, too. One of them has all its 
plumage orange-coloured, instead of crimson, and 
the other is of a colour between orange and crimson. 
So, if you were travelling from one part of South 
America to another, it would seem as if the same 
bird was getting brighter and brighter or darker 
and darker all the way, for the three different kinds 
do not live in the same parts of the country, but in 
