254: STORIES ABOUT BIRDS. 



B /Inmingn. 



;|iii'' OME years ago, there were several 

 ^;v flamingoes confined witliin the 

 iron fence around the Bowling 

 Green fountain, in the city of New 

 York. I have seen them a great many 

 times. Until I caught a glimpse of them, 

 wading in the basin of the fountain, I was a 

 little sceptical, I must confess, in respect to the 

 length of this bird's neck and legs ; for I had 

 heard great stories on this point. But one 

 glance satisfied me that the flamingo had not 

 been too extravagantly described. The picture 

 which is here introduced, gives you a pretty 

 good idea of the appearance of the bird. 

 There is a fine specimen of the flamingo 

 among the curiosities of the American Museum,, 

 in the city of New York. I noticed, the other 

 day, while standing near it, that it exceeded 

 me in height by several inches. 



