192 Idle Days in Patagonia. 
coloured wings wide open and rigid, so that as the 
bird that had clutched the grass with his great 
feathered claws, swayed his body slowly from side 
Magellanic eagle owl. 
to side—just as a snake about to strike sways his 
head, or as an angry watchful cat moves its tail— 
first the tip of one, then of the other wing touched 
