In a selection it is told about how by crossing it was possible to deduce a hybrid of the goldfinch, singing by a voice of a canary.
In the world of hobbies
In the world of hobbies.
About golubevode from the village Labour the Simferopol area Leonid Boyko and it pochtaryax already wrote in our newspaper, I will not repeat. But so this person is arranged, can’t without that something brand new not to surprise the guest. This time it surprised me with the hokhlaty wefts, speaking wavy popugaychik and … a voice of a canary a singing goldfinch.
About such as Leonid speak:
- An easy hand at it!
On the estate at Quickly in a terrible disorder on the earth grapevines literally roll.
- Lyonya, you though on a lane lifted grapes – I teach it.
- Yes there is no time, understand, a new dovecot I build … – And grapes, … it and so will give rise.
Leonid with effort lifts rods, and on them – mother honest! – amber juicy weighty clusters! Same it is necessary, me to grow up such not that on lane to hold rods is necessary, but also to fertilize the soil, regularly to water bushes it is necessary, to spray them against all diseases and wreckers. And here here grow as peas at a valley and such amazing clusters! Here it is valid, an easy hand.
Having rounded a dovecot, we get on other poultry yard – a duck kingdom. It is lazy rolling over from a foot on a foot, krasnoborody Indo-ducks, gray kryakvy, white Beijing and … the hokhlaty important walk up and down.
- The wife once ducklings, and among them when grew up bought, there were some hokhlaty ducks. To the wife strictly ordered, that to expenditure them didn’t send, left on reproduction, for appearance. In any magazine read that in the country of an exhibition of an original bird arrange, here and I want the rolling to carry, let people marvel. You see, beauties, what!
In a hen house the owner, having taken for wings, removed from a nest a brood hen: in a nest under chicken, it appeared, crowded, being warmed by generous parent heat of "stepmother", … ducklings.
And here one more as it appeared then, an unusual structure: indoors, wavy popugaychik nest in the nests hammered together from plates. Under wings of mothers the naked baby birds not covered with a feather, and in the open-air cages fitted by a grid pereparxivayut potter about still, volnisto trembling wings adult birds.
- And speaking is?
- Is and speaking … And that, a little training also will start talking. Speech, however, more often muffled, but sometimes … so vrezhet plain truth, well directly in a point! – her owner responds about this bird.
And nearby exciting soul modulating, being poured many tones and echoes hear a song of canaries. But that it, among yellow, krasnoderevny I distinguish suddenly a pestrenky, dark-gray-white birdie …
- A goldfinch – having caught my inquiring look – the owner of a yard explained – On a tree the nest was and the cat probably reached, ruined, one egg only remained. I took it and enclosed under a canary. When the hatching baby bird grew up, crossed it to a canary, and here this – their offspring. You hear, how sings, of chorus of canaries doesn’t drop out. It will be a pity only posterities from it not: hybrid after all.
And again, gathering in Labour, I amuse myself hope that from Leonid’s easy hand to much still I will be surprised here.
I know, there will be people who will tell:
- You will think, of birdies of people is fond, all this isn’t serious.
Seriously moreover as seriously! Presently, when scientific and technical progress, relying on achievements of chemistry, ruins the nature, destroys its beauty, that which, according to Dostoevsky, saves the world, are, fortunately people who rescue this beauty, protect it, give to people … And low bow by it for it!
V. Pashchenko, literary editor.