HOATZINS AT HOME 139 



all this terrible responsibility, this pitting of 

 his tiny might against such fearful odds. He 

 wanted to be a helpless nestling again, to crouch 

 on the springy bed of twigs with a feather com- 

 forter over him and be stuffed at will with de- 

 lectable pimpler pap. Such is the normal right 

 destiny of a hoatzin chick, and the whee-og! 

 wrung from him by the reaction of safety 

 seemed to voice all this. 



