The Sights 
of the 
Cawston Farm 
The Cawston Ostrich Farm 
lies in a beautiful sylvan dell 
among the hills between Los 
Angeles and Pasadena, and is 
quickly reached by electric cars. 
Here, seated on rustic 
benches beneath spreading live 
oaks and California palms, with 
winter-blooming roses on every 
hand, one may watch the gam- 
bols and antics, the feeding and 
the domestic habits of 150 adult 
ostriches. 
Queer creatures they are, in 
very truth, and their crazy ac- 
tions provide more fun than a 
circus. The stride of the ostrich when in a hurry is twenty- 
two feet, and to see a flock of these birds doing a 100-yard 
dash is a sight both wonderful and ridiculous. 
Anyone who thinks he knows what an ostrich looks like 
because he has seen one or two wandering disconsolately 
around a pen in some zoological garden or cruelly confined in 
some traveling show, is very much mistaken. The ostrich 
in the flock, with ample room to roam amid natural surround- 
ings, behaves like his natural old self, and is constantly ex- 
hibiting before your eyes the points for which he is famed — 
the terrific strength of his forward kick, his tremendous 
stride and speed, the peculiar outstretching of the miniature 
wings as he runs, the ability to pass large objects, such as 
oranges, down a slender neck, and the foolishness of his little 
brain, which is so small in proportion to his body that it is 
powerless to keep the unruly body from performing all sorts 
of silly evolutions every now and then. 
The Foot of an Ostrich Consists of Two Powerful Toes 
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