If you’ve read this book and remember just one thing from it, I’d wager 10 to 1 it’s the part about the four baby titmice “all dead and each one impaled upon the thorn of the bush.” I thought the earlier chapter about Susie Oriole’s horrified encounter of her own taxidermied husband (complete with small wires and glass eyes) was rough until I read of the weasel’s quadruple mouse murder. That’s nature, I guess. Or an old German fairytale. Either way, it’s not the sort of thing I want from a kids book about birds. Yikes. The blue jay needs to be policeman of the forest for good reason.
Chapter eight contains a better bit worth remembering. Twinkle’s encounter with the majestic King Bird of Paradise contains great insight into vanity and false humility (and to my memory, the only time I’ve heard Baum write of God):
“‘My mama says people ought not to think themselves nice, or pretty,’ said the child. ‘With us, to be vain is a fault, and we are taught to be modest and unassuming.’
“‘How remarkable!’ exclaimed the King. ‘And how very thoughtless your mother must be. Here we think that if God creates us beautiful it is a sin not to glory in His work, and make everyone acknowledge the kindly skill of the Supreme Maker’s hand. Should I try to make others think, or should I myself think, that I am not most gracefully formed and most gorgeously clothed, I would be guilty of the sin of not appreciating the favor of God, and deserve to be punished.’
“Twinkle was amazed, but could find no words to contradict this astonishing idea. ‘I had not thought of it in that way,’ she answered. ‘Perhaps I am wrong, your Majesty; and certainly you are very beautiful.’”
Good words. This book contains many interesting parts here and decent writing, but one read was enough for me. I’ll take the impaled nightmares and move on.