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dark; its face is adorned

The eagle is yellow-billed—very yellow; the bill is yellow, very yellow. The bill is thick, curved, humped, hard. The legs are yellow, an intense yellow, very yellow, exceedingly yellow. They are thick. The claws are curved, hooked. The eyes are like coals of fire. It is large, big. On its head, and neck, and on its wings, on its wing-bends, and on its back lie feathers called quauhtapalcatl. [Those on] its wings are called ahaztli, and apalli, and mamaztli. Its tail [feathers] are called quauhquetzalli; [the feathers] which cover its tail are called quammoloctli [and] quappoyaualli, and those which lie next to [its skin] are called tlachcayotl; so one calls them quauhtlachcayotl. The eagle is fearless, a brave one; it can gaze into, it can face the sun. It is brave, daring, a screamer, a wing-beater. It is ashen, brown. It beats its wings, constantly beats its wings; it grooms itself; it constantly grooms itself.

It also lives in the water. Its head is black; its eyes are also black; white [feathers] are set on the eyelids [so that these] appear to be its eyes. It is somewhat long-necked. The throat and breast are white. Down the back of its neck, on its back, its tail, wings, wing tips, it is black. The tips of both wing-bends are white. Its legs are quite long, chili-red, slender. There is realiy not very much to its body, but it is quite tall. Some migrate, some remain and rear their young here. Four are its eggs; only on the ground, on dried mud, on the plain, or somewhere on the top of a clod it lays its eggs; not on grass nor feathers. It is edible.

It is a duck. It is named yacapatlauac because its bill is somewhat long and very wide at the end. It is the size of a goose. When it comes here, its feathers are still completely ashen: but when it lives here, it molts twice. First it sheds its downy feathers; and the second time is when it is about to leave. Its head is a very resplendent black as far as its shoulders. Its eyes are yellow, its breast whitish, its back ashen. Its tail is white at the base, ashen at its ends. Its wings are silvery; its flight feathers green, glistening, black at the ends. Its wing tips are ashen; its belly shows tawny; its legs are chili-red. Also it does not rear its young here; it also migrates. It is edible. Many come here.

It is a duck. It is named achalalactli because it sings thus: cha, chacha, chuchu, chala chala chala. It is the size of a teçolocton. But this bird does not live in the brackish lagoon; rather it lives in the fresh water. It frequents the crags. Also it does not settle upon the water but always goes to alight upon the tops of willows, on treetops. And when it wishes to feed, from there it descends, suddenly dives into the water, it takes what it hunts, perhaps a fish, perhaps a frog. And when it has gone to take it, then it also calmly goes to the treetop there to eat it. Its head is crested; ashen are its feathers. White ones are placed on the sides of its head. Its bill is black, small, pointed, cylindrical. It is rather long-necked; [black and] white mixed are its feathers. Its breast is white, its back dark grey, its tail small [and] dark grey. Its wing-bend tip is white on both surfaces. Its flight feathers, the flight feather tips are dark ashen. Its legs are black, its claws like those of the northern phalarope, wide and small. It always lives here; [there are] not very many; they are somewhat rare. It is not known where they rear their young. They are edible.

It is named chilcanauhtli because its head, breast, back, tail are all like tawny chili: likewise its eyes. Its wings are silvery, its flight feathers black, its wing tips also black. On its axilla they are mingled silver and yellow. Its belly is black; its feet chili-red, somewhat wide. It eats fish. Also it does not rear its young here; it also goes, comes with the others. Many come. They are edible.

Also [it is called] nacaztzone. It is called yacapitzauac because its bill is small and pointed, something like a small nail, and it pierces one sharply. And it swims under water; it always feeds under water. And it is named nacaztzone because its feathers which are over its ears, inclined toward the back of its neck, are somewhat long, tawny. Those at the crown of its head are dark ashen, slightly white. Its eyes are like fire, chili-red. Its neck, its back are dark ashen; its breast somewhat white. Its tail is also dark ashen, quite small; its wings black; white [feathers] lie underneath. Its feet are like the claws of a turkey, [but] very flat. It does not rear its young here; it also migrates. Its food is its [own] feathers, only sometimes it eats fish. It is not fishy, its flesh is savory.

It is named xalquani because it always eats sand, though sometimes it eats atatapalacatl [water plants]. It is the size of the goose. [On] its head, its feathers are white on the crown; the sides of its head green, resplendent. Its neck is like a quail’s; its back ashen; its breast white; its tail dark ashen, [but] on each side is placed a white [feather]. Its wings are silvery, not long; its wings glisten; the ends are white, the wing tips black. On both sides [of the bird] are placed tawny [feathers]. Its legs are black, short, and small. It does not rear its young here; it also comes, it also migrates. Many come. They are edible, savory.

It is a duck. It is named tzitziua because of the feathers growing from its rump; among its tail feathers are two very white ones, located one above the other. A third, a small [white] one, stands between them. Their points are curved; they turn upward. Its head is ashen; its neck, its throat white. Following down the back of its neck, it is ashen. Its breast is white, its tail ashen; its feet black, wide, and small. It does not rear its young here; it also migrates. Neither does it come singly; there are many. Their flesh is edible, good-tasting, savory, [and] not fishy.

Also [it is called] yacatexotli. It is a duck. It comes here in the vanguard, before [other water] birds have come. It is named atapalcatl because if it is to rain on the next day, in the evening it begins, and all night [continues], to beat the water [with its wings]. Thus the water folk know that it will rain much when dawn breaks. It is named yacatexotli because its bill is light blue, small, wide. And near its head [the bill] is white. Its head is tawny; its wings, breast, back, tail are all tawny; only its belly is white [and] blackish. Its feet are black, wide, and small. It rears its young here; [it has] ten, fifteen, twenty young. Sometimes not all leave; some remain. They are edible.

It is called amanacoche because of its white feathers placed on both sides of its head. It is the size of the common teal. The crown of its head is ashen; its neck is also ashen. Its breast is white; its back black: its tail black with two white [feathers], one on one side, one on the other. Its wing-bends have white placed on both surfaces; its wings half white, half black, the tips black. Its legs are black. It also migrates; it does not rear its young here. Many come. They are edible.

It is called ecatototl because its black feathers adorn the face [in the manner of the wind god]. It is the size of a duck. Its head is quite small; it is crested. Its feathers are tawny, ashen, somewhat dark. Its breast is white interspersed with black. Its legs are black, small, and wide. It does not rear its young here; it also migrates. It is edible. Many of them come.

It is a duck, called quacoztli because its head and its neck are tawny to its shoulder. It is as large as a female Peru [duck].2 Its eyes are chili-red; its breast white; its back ashen, a little yellow; its tail likewise somewhat yellow, quite small. The feathers of its under wings are mingled white and ashen; its legs ashen tending to chili-red, small, and wide. Of its down are made capes. It does not rear its young here, but also migrates. Its flesh is very savory.

For this reason is it called metzcanauhtli: on its face it is decorated with white feathers like the [crescent] moon. On the crown of its head its feathers are ashen; its breast, back, tail are all ashen, resembling a quail. Its wing feathers are of three kinds. The upper coverts are pale blue; those lying in second place white; those lying in third place green, resembling quetzal feathers. The tips of its wings are black; its axilla white; its legs yellow, small and wide. It does not rear its young here; it also migrates. Its flesh is edible.

It is a duck called quetzalteçolocton because its head is ornamented as if with quetzal feathers. On the crown of its head its feathers are yellow. Its bill is black, small, and wide. Its neck is yellow, its wings resplendent [green]. But otherwise its wings are all ashen. Its back, its tail are likewise ashen. Its breast is white, its legs ashen though a little chili-red, small, and wide. It does not rear its young here. Its flesh is edible.

It is a waterfowl. It is named icxixoxouhqui because its legs are green. Its bill is small and cylindrical, small and slender, black, curved upward. Its head is quite small, white; it is rather long-necked. Its breast, its back are white; its tail is also white. Quite small are its wings; the upper surfaces are black, and the under surfaces quite white; its wing-bends have black placed on both surfaces. And when it has shed, its head and neck are almost chili-red, reaching to its wing-bends. It raises its young here, two or four young, when the rains come. It is also edible. And it also leaves when [the other water] birds migrate.

It is a waterfowl. It is called couixin because when it speaks it says couix, couix. It is quite small; it is a little larger than a dove. Its head is quite small; its bill is chili-red, black at the end, small and cylindrical. Its back, its wings, its tail are all like quail feathers; its breast alone is tawny. Its legs are chalky, very long. And when it is old, when [the feathers] are already about to go, all its feathers go, they emerge [again] tawny. This bird also rears no young here; it also comes and it also goes. It eats fish. Its flesh is edible.

Also its name is atoncuepotli and ateponaztli. It is rather large, the same size as the Castilian chicken, the capon. Its head is dark yellow; its bill yellowish, small, and cylindrical, about a span in length. Its breast, its back, its tail, its wings are all dark yellow, slightly blackened; its legs, its shanks, are dark. And for this reason is it called tolcomoctli: as it sings, it resounds. For this reason is it called atoncuepotli: when it sings, it is clearly heard to explode; it is very loud. And it is called ateponaztli because it sounds from a distance like a two-toned drum, so loud is it. This American bittern always lives here in the reeds; here it raises its young. It sits on only five, or four eggs. For these water folk this American bittern is always a portent. When it sings a great deal, always all night, they know thereby that rains will come, it will rain much, and there will be many fish—all manner of water life. But if it will not rain much, if there will not be many fish, it does not sing much. Only perhaps every third day, after much time, does it sing.

It likewise is rare. Also it comes when [the other water] birds come. It is of average size, like a dove. For this reason is it called “mirror-head”: on its head is something like a mirror, a round [patch] on the crown of its head. There we appear. On the front of its head is a thin row of feathers, somewhat ashen. Its bill is quite small, cylindrical. Its breast, its back are completely light blue; its wings, its tail are likewise light blue. All its feathers are a little white. Its legs are yellow. And when it swims, when it paddles with its feet in the water, it looks like an ember; it goes glowing, glistening. And the appearance of this purple gallinule was [a sign of] war. Whoever captured one looked at himself in the mirror. If he were to go, to go forth to battle, he saw that he was carried off, taken captive; they dragged him away. But if he were to have good fortune, if he [were to] attain his reward, he saw that he dragged [the foe] off.

It is a bald-head—big, tall, the same as the little blue heron. Its head is large, like that of our native turkey cock; its head is featherless, bald, bare to the back of its head. The sides of its head are chili-red, reaching to its neck. It is long-necked. Its bill is very thick as well as cylindrical, long, like a bow. Its breast is black. Its back, its wings are completely ashen, except that the wing-bends are very black. Its tail is short, black. This wood ibis also comes when [water] birds come. It is quite rare. And when it is caught, it is considered an evil omen. Either some of the lords will die, or war [will come]. If somewhere war breaks out, warriors will go off to die. Thus did the water folk verify it: as often as they took wood ibis, so often the city suffered some harm, and so they died. In times of old, as many lords died, one by one, as the number of wood ibis which they had first taken, perhaps three, perhaps two. Its food is fish and all which lives in the mud. Its flesh is very good to the taste.

It flies high always at night there over the lagoon. It is the same size as a dove. Its head is quite small, black. Its breast is somewhat white, somewhat dark. Its back is black; its wings quite small. Its body is all small and round, its tail small, and its legs are like a dove’s. For this reason is it called “obsidian bill”: it has three bills in all. Its food enters in two places, [though] there is only one throat by which it swallows it. It has also two tongues. Its [three] bills are one over the other. And if one captures this black skimmer, it is a sign that he is about to die. And they say that his house will be destroyed; his house folk will perish. For this reason it is named a bird of ill omen. The food of the black skimmer is water flies, flying ants which fly high.

It is also rare. Likewise, it comes when the various [water] birds come. Its head is quite small, black, with a pointed, chili-red bill. Its eyes are like fire. It is long-necked. Its body is small and straight, small and thick: its breast very white, its back black, its flight feathers white, its wing-bend tips black, its legs black: they are also somewhat toward its rump, like a duck’s legs. It lives there in the lagoon and is caught in nets. This western grebe does not fly very high; sometimes the water folk only chase it in boats; they spear it. And when they chase it, when they harass it exceedingly, when they are about to spear it, then it ruffles up, cries out, summons the wind. The lagoon foams much, it breaks into waves. So before the eyes of the water folk it vanishes, it suddenly enters the depths of the water. Occasionally they hit their mark; [the bird] is successfully speared. Also it brings forth no young [here]; it also migrates.

It comes after the pelican [as a waterfowl]. It is also the heart of the water; it also is the leader of the [water] birds. It also appears at the time that the water birds come, on the Feast Day of Santiago. Its head is as large as the turkey hen’s. The bill is pointed, black, quite cylindrical; the outer edge of the tip is yellow. Its breast is rather white. Its back, its wings are all ashen, blackish, like duck feathers. It is long-bodied. Its legs are thick, not long; they are at its rump, almost at its tail. Its feet are very wide, like our hands. It also is rare; it also can sink one. All told of the pelican also [applies] similarly to the water turkey.

It is like the domesticated turkey, though a little smoke-colored. The wing-bend is white. It is edible—savory, good-tasting, fat. It is a gobbler. The turkey cock [and] the turkey hen… They gobble, they cough…

It resembles the brown crane [in color]: it is ashen, grey. It smells like fish, rotten fish, stinking fish. It smells of fish, rotten fish.

It is [also] called teoaztatl. It is white, very white, intensely white, snow-white. The back is rounded; dry, old looking. It is long-necked, stringy, curved. The bill is pointed, long and pointed, black. The legs are very long, stringy, stilt-like, black. The tail is stubby.

It is small and black, with small, pointed bill, with small, short legs. It is charcoal-colored, very black, like the American cherry. It is a warbler, a crier, a constant warbler, an awakener of the sleeping. It is a builder of mud nests in house roofs, in house fronts. It is a traveler, a disappearer; later it comes, in [the month of] Atemoztli. It awakens sleepers, it brings them from their sleep; it warbles, it cries out; it flutters; it cleans itself, beautifies itself; it hurls itself into the water, it bathes itself.

It nests in the crags and house roofs, house fronts. It is a mud nest builder which plasters with its bill. Its nest is of tattered cloths. It is [dark] ashen, like a barn swallow. It builds itself a nest; it builds itself a nest of mud, it plasters its nest with its bill.

It is round-backed. The bill is long and pointed, needle-like, pointed, very pointed, black. The legs are long, very long, stilt-like, like stilts, broom-like, slender. Its dwelling place is [the province of] Anahuac. It is white-breasted. The large northern phalarope is heavily fleshed, fat, greasy. It is greasy; it makes itself greasy; it is fat.

Also it is called çoquiaçolin. It is long-billed, long-legged. It is varicolored like a quail. It becomes varicolored like a quail; varicolored. Its home is in the water, among the reeds. It is varicolored like a quail.

do not be fooled! this is a horrible trick that usually ends the worm's life

everyone is already like this

probably not real. not too concerned about it

Its legs are long, dark green. Its bill is pointed, long and pointed, green. It forms a point; it is pointed. The head becomes chili-red; its legs become long, rope-like. Its legs are stringy. ... It is a duck. It is named uactli because its song is like uactli: it makes [the sound] uac, uac. It is the size of a rooster. The crown of its head is black, [but] white [feathers] are placed on each side of its head, and at its crown lie three plumes inclined toward the back of its neck—white, well curved. Its bill is black, rounded: a yellow band follows the base of the bill.2 The neck is white, reaching to the wing-bends. The neck is somewhat long. Its breast is also white; on its back it is ashen. Its wings, its wing tips are ashen; its feet yellow, with claws—long claws. It eats fish and frogs. It always lives here; it rears its young here. Its eggs are four or five; they are a mottled green. It is edible, savory. What is told of this black-crowned night heron [applies to] the hen. But the male black-crowned night heron is not very large—only of average size, and all of its feathers are ashen.

It lives on the water; it belongs with the ducks. Its head is chili-red, its bill pointed. It lives, it is hatched only here, among the reeds.

The bill is long, like a nail, dart-shaped; the head is chili-red, [the body] ashen, the neck long. It is tall, high, towering. The legs are stringy, very long, black, like stilts. It is edible, savory, of good taste.

Also they call it “water bird.” It is large. The legs are chili-red, red. [The bill] is ashen; the back is rounded. It is good-tasting, savory. It has downy feathers; its down is used for capes. It has breast feathers

The head [feathers] are dark green. The head is black. Its head feathers are resplendent, shimmering. ... It is named çolcanauhtli because its feathers are all like quail feathers. It is rather large, the same size as a Peru [duck]. White [feathers] are set only on the point of each wing-bend. Its bill is small and wide; its legs black, wide, small. It is an eater of atatapalcatl [water plant] and achichilacachtli [gibbous duckweed]. It also comes, it also migrates with the others. Also it does not rear its young here. Many come here. Good-tasting is their flesh.

It is white-breasted; [otherwise] ashen; of average size, not too large. Its breast—on its breast, on its belly, it is white. It has a wide, black bill, quill feathers, wing feathers, neck feathers, downy feathers.

It is ashen, large, squat. It is wide-billed, broad-billed, broad-footed, wide-footed. It is ashen; its feet are wide. It is a dweller in the lagoon here, and here it raises its young, builds its nests, lays eggs, sits, hatches its young.

It lives on the water; it feeds on fish, water flies, worms, water snails.

Its home is in the forest. As for its being called popocales, it speaks so. Always in the twilight and at dawn, it says popocales. And it frequents the canyons; it lives there in [the provinces of] Toztlan [and] Catemahco. It eats fish. It is the size of a duck, only a little taller. Its bill is pointed, rather round, chili-red. Its eyes are chili-red. Its head is dark yellow. Its neck, its back, its breast, its tail are ashen. The undertail coverts are white, but are slightly ashen. Its legs are chili-red. It is edible.

It is ashen, ash-colored. At the top of its head and the throat, its feathers are flaming, like fire. They glisten, they glow.

It is small and long. Some are ashen, some black. The ashen ones have a black stripe across the eyes. Thus are they painted. And the black ones are painted on the face with white; they are striped across the eyes with a wind painting.

smoky, dark yellow, tawny

its feathers are glistening, resplendent

light brown, the color of tunas

red and black

light green; a turquoise shade; herb-green

It is entirely, completely light blue like a cotinga, pale like fine turquoise. It is resplendent like turquoise, like fine turquoise.

Its throat is chili-red, its wing-bend ruddy. Its breast is green. Its wings and its tail [feathers] resemble quetzal feathers.

The bill is black, slender, small and pointed, needle-pointed, needle-like. In shrubs, in trees it makes itself a nest, it lays eggs, sits, hatches its young. It has only two eggs; its young are rare. Its food is flower honey, flower nectar. It is whirring, active [in flight]; ashen in color. It rejuvenates itself. It sucks, sucks honey; it builds itself a nest, lays eggs, sits, hatches its young, raises its young; it flies, darts, chirps. In the winter, it hibernates. It inserts its bill in a tree; [hanging] there it shrinks, shrivels, molts. And when [the tree] rejuvenates, when the sun warms, when the tree sprouts, when it leafs out, at this time [the hummingbird] also grows feathers once again. And when it thunders for rain, at that time it awakens, moves, comes to life. This one is medicine for pustules. One who wishes never to have pustules eats often of its flesh. But they say it makes one sterile.

It is a forest-dweller with curved, yellow bill, a chili-red head, purple-brown wing-bend, dark yellow breast. Its back, wings, tail are dark green, seemingly dark green. Its tail and wings are leaf-colored.

It resembles the young yellow-headed parrot and the white-fronted parrot. It is small, tiny; the small head is chili-red. Everywhere [the body is] herb-green, dark green. The wing coverts are dark red. Its food is maize. It eats grains of dried maize. I give it grains of dried maize to eat.

It resembles the young yellow-headed parrot. It has a yellow, curved bill; it is crested. Everywhere [over its body] its feathers are dark green; its coverts are dark red [and] dark yellow. Its feathers named xollotl, the small feathers of its tail [and] its wing, are ruddy. It is a singer, a constant singer, a talker, a speaker, a mimic, an answerer, an imitator, a word-repeater. It repeats one’s words, imitates one, sings, constantly sings, chatters, talks.

It lives especially in [the province of] Cuextlan, in crags and in the dense forest. It is tamable. Yellow, curved is its bill; rough are its feet, with callosities. The tongue is covered with callosities; it is round, black. Flaming red are its eyes; yellow are its breast [and] belly. Its back is dark; its tail, its wing [feathers] are ruddy, reddish, a well-textured, even color. They are called cueçalin. The wing coverts and tail coverts are blue, becoming ruddy, reddish, bright reddish, orange.

It has a yellow, curved bill, like that of the white-fronted parrot; the head is crested. Its breeding place is especially [the province of] Cuextlan. These are its chick feathers—herb-green, dark, dark green on its back, and about its neck, and its tail, and its wings. And those at the tip of its wing-bend are green [and] yellow; they cover its flight feathers. And on its breast, on its belly, its feathers are yellow, dark yellow. They are called xollotl. And its tail and its wings are ruddy. In crags, in tree-tops, on water plants it nests, lays eggs, sits, hatches its young. There it is captured [to be] tamed. When the young yellow-headed parrot is already developed, it turns yellow, it becomes very yellow. It develops fluffy feathers. When completely feathered, then it is called toztli.

Its wings and its bill are of dull colors. It is [the color of] the lovely cotinga—light blue. It looks dull; it turns dull.

It is tawny, completely tawny: smoky, even-colored, well textured. It is smoked; it is smoky; it turns smoky.

The forest is its abode, the forest is its home. It breeds especially there in Totonaca country [and] in Cuextlan; it raises its young in the trees. It merely builds a bag-like nest for its young [and] suspends them. The bill is long, concave, yellow, very yellow, colored yellow. For this reason it is called xochitenacal: about its throat [and] neck [the feathers] are very yellow, yellow, well textured, flower-yellow. And its head and its body are dark, dark green. And its wings and its tail are tawny and black mingled with white. The bill widens; it becomes concave; it becomes yellow; there are marks as of hawk scratches; [colors] are mingled.

Its name is also tziuhtli. The bill is long. The legs are black. Its head, and its back, and its wings, and its tail are light blue; its belly and its wing-bend tawny. It becomes green, it is green; it becomes tawny, it is tawny.

It is an inhabitant of Anahuac, a dweller in Anahuac. It is like all the slender-billed grackles. The bill is pointed, black. Its breast is purple, its back a really light blue, a very light blue, its wings pale, and its tail mixed, part blue-green, part black.

It is a forest-dweller; small, pointed and small of bill. Its head and tail are herb-green, and its wings, on the outer surfaces, are also herb-green, somewhat dark green. And the under part of its wings and all its body are light blue, turquoise, very light blue, the color of fine turquoise. It is light blue; it becomes light blue; it turns turquoise-colored.

It is a forest-dweller; especially is it a dweller there [in the province of] Cuextlan and in Michoacan. The bill is pointed, black: everywhere [over the body] its feathers are black, but its tail is mixed white [and black], so that it is called ayoquan.

It is pointed of bill; the feathers over the nose are chili-red. Everywhere [over the body] its feathers are tawny. And for this reason is it called çaquan; its tail is yellow, very yellow, intense yellow, colored yellow, but there are black [feathers] which cover it, which also underlie it. When it spreads its tail, then the yellow shows through. The black ones show splendor, radiate like a flame; like embers, like gold they show through.

Its feathers are herb-green; its wings and tail are blue. It lives in Anahuac.

Also its name is teoquechol. It is a waterfowl, like the duck: wide-footed, chili-red footed. It is wide-billed; its bill is like a palette knife. It is crested. Its head—as well as on its breast, on its belly—and its tail, and its wings are pale, pink, whitish, light-colored. Its back and its wing-bend are chili-red, a well-textured, dried chili-red; the bill becomes yellow. The bill is yellow, the bill becomes wide; the legs become yellow, the legs become very yellow, chili-red. [Its plumage] becomes pale, pink, chili-red, well textured.

It lives in the water. Its feathers are black, dark. And for this reason is it called teotzinitzcan {really precious}: on its breast and its underwing it is varicolored, half black, half green. It is glistening green, resplendent.

Its bill is pointed, yellow; its legs yellow. It has a crest, wings, a tail. It is of medium size, the same as the slender-billed grackle. The tail feathers are streaked. On [the tail], the feathers which grow on it are called quetzalli. Those which are on its tail are green, herb-green, very green, fresh green, turquoise-colored. They are like wide reeds: the ones which glisten, which bend. They become green, they become turquoise. They bend, they constantly bend; they glisten. The tail of this one is black, dark. [These feathers] cover [and] underlie [the quetzalli feathers]. These are also green, glistening. [These feathers are] only on the interior side. They are [rather] long, wide, smoky, blackish, sooty. They cover, they protect [the quetzalli feathers]; they become smoky, dark, green, glistening. This bird is crested; of quetzal spines, of quetzal thread feathers is its crest, very resplendent, very glistening. They are called tzinitzcan. A crest is formed; a crest develops, emerges, grows. About its neck, its throat, and its breast, [the feathers] are reddish—well colored, even colored, well textured, chili-red, resplendent, wonderful, precious. The name of the feathers is tzinitzcan. They are chili-red. They become chili-red, reddish, resplendent, glistening, well textured. About its neck and back are those called tzinitzcan, tzinitzcan feathers of the resplendent trogon, which are green, resplendent, glistening. On its belly are [those] called olincayotl; they are yielding, not stiff; green, herb-green. They yield, they are soft; they become glistening green. On its wing, one kind which grows at the very point of the wing-bend is called tzicoliuhqui. They are of average size, black at the base, flesh-colored, somewhat curved. And those which follow, which come forth at its wing-bend, are called tecpatic {flint-knife-like}. They are a little wide, pointed at the end. Those which cover the bases of its flight feathers are called quetzalhuitztli and chilchotic, piaztontli, yacauitztic. They are green, very green, resplendent; they glisten, they become very green. The breeding place of these birds is [the province of] Tecolotlan; and in the trees they make their homes and raise their young.

It is the cheek-bagged one; or the cheek-bags. Like the gopher, it is thick, with small, thick back. It eats all the maize; it attacks beans especially. As for its being named camaxixiqui, even if it is a bushel of beans, it takes all of it, it carries off all of it. Its pouches are like two bags. There it places, there it puts in whatever it carries off, and it makes storage places underground; it fills them there, so that later it can continue eating it.

It is long-bodied, small and thin. Its tail is long.

Also its name is water gopher. It is the same as the mouse. It is a water-dweller, a paddler, a swimmer. It is small and fleshy, corpulent; long-tailed.

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Its names are also tepanchichi, and tepanmamal, and calxoch. This mouse is a little ashen, blackish, a little dark, rather yielding, a little soft. It is small and long; it has a tail, a long, little tail. It has a slender little muzzle. It is called tepanchichi because it lives in the walls [and] by the walls. It is called tepanmamal because it bores holes in, it penetrates walls—the house walls. It is called calxoch because it always lives in the house. Its food is maize. It eats ripe ears of maize, it eats chili, gourds, gourd seeds, and chía, and wrinkled chía; it eats chocolate [and] cacao beans. It indeed eats like a human being. It eats tunas, American cherries, etc. It eats tamales, tortillas; it eats raw meat, cooked meat, fish; it eats all that which is fetid. It grinds it up. It makes nests of grass, of soft grass. Also it hunts out articles of value. It gnaws, it shreds the capes, the precious feathers. Whatsoever is guarded as precious, it gnaws all; it damages all. No matter where it is, no matter if it is carefully guarded as precious, no matter how inaccessible the place, it enters, it damages the precious things. Hence also the eavesdropper is also called mouse, because no matter where, he continually enters the house, he hears and acquires the information and inquires into one’s affairs. Hence is said the saying, “I mouse him”; that is to say, “I eavesdrop on one.” [The eavesdropper] gnaws, frays [the information]. Thus is a mouse caught: the cat kills it; it is snared, it is trapped; it is poisoned with quimichpatli.

It is small and yellowish, fleshy, corpulent, fat, squat; tailed; long-clawed, with curved claws; provided with front teeth, with bent, curved front teeth; with ears like droplets—round ears. It is edible, good-tasting, savory; it is greasy, fat. It is blinded by light. It is a maker of earth ridges, of small earth hills. Its home is underground; it is born underground. Never does it come on the earth´s surface; it always lives underground. When it comes out on the earth´s surface, it no longer recognizes its hole; its house is lost. It digs; it makes earth ridges. Its food is of all kinds. It eats roots—tree roots, maguey roots, herb roots. It eats ears of maize, beans, green ears of maize. It buries all the rubbish, the dried maize stalks, the green maize stalks, the bean leaves; it gnaws all the roots; it takes all underground. I dig out a gopher.

It is like the [dog], [but] a water-dweller. It inhabits the water, it lives within the water. Its fur is like the gopher’s fur—dark, dark hued, soft. And it can in no wise become wet; the water merely flows off of it, as if it were greased. Its food is fish—all which is in the water.

Its pet names are xochcocoyotl, and tetlami, and teuitzotl. Some are black, some white, some ashen, some smoky, some dark yellow, some dark, some spotted, some spotted like ocelots. Some are high, tall, towering; some medium. Some are smooth, some shaggy, woolly… . The muzzles are large, with large teeth, with small, pointed teeth. The ears are pointed, concave, hairy, shaggy. The head is round, bowl-shaped. It has a body—fat, thick. It has claws, long claws. It is domesticated, a house-dweller, a favorite companion, a constant companion, which follows running. It is happy, amusing; a tail-wagger, a barker, which lays its ears back. It barks, it is happy, it lays its ears back, it wags its tail. Its food is maize, raw meat, cooked meat. It eats all: the flesh of the dead, the spoiled; it eats the revolting, the stinking, the rotting.

It is very big, very tall. Its face is painted, darkened in the hollows of its eyes. It also is ashen.

Its name is also acaxoch and forest deer. It is a forest dweller, tall, with sinewy, well-formed legs. Large-bodied, thick-bodied, it has a belly. It is broad of back, long of neck, large of muzzle, thin, slender of muzzle; of long, pointed, concave ears; greasy, oily of nose; hoofed. Its nails are called hooves. It is rounded of rump, stubby of tail. It is good to the taste, savory, edible. Its fur is ashen. And when it is born, it at once stands up; it is born like a sheep, like a horse—strong, fleet. Its food is maize, kernels of maize, dried maize ears, green maize ears, beans, bean plants; and tender shoots of trees, and rotten wood, and tree worms, and green maize stalks, and leaves of shrubs. The deer with antlers is a buck. [The antlers] are whitish, like wood, like tree forks. When its antlers are loose, they are shed. It inserts its antlers in the fork of a tree; then it backs up; it breaks off the antlers in the tree. Thus it becomes young again. The deer without antlers is a doe. Still immature, a fawn, it is spotted, spotted white like a mountain goat. [The white deer] is said to be the ruler of the deer. It appears only rarely. The [other] deer go gathered around it. [Its color is] not really like carded cotton but only whitish, ashen.

Its name is also quauhchimal. It is a forest-dweller in Anahuac, toward the east. It has a small back—minute; it is round-backed; it is of rounded back; it has a long, curled tail. It has human hands, human feet, nails, real nails—long nails. And as to its actions: it is a shouter, a shrill whistler, making gestures toward one. It stones one, it hurls sticks at one. It has a face which is a little human. It is shaggy … , round-backed, of rounded back. It bears its young in the crags; it produces only one. And all the maize, fruit, meat become its food; it eats like a human being. Also it eats pine nuts, acorns, and also tender shoots of trees. And to capture them, a large fire is built; ears or kernels of maize are put around the edge, and in the blaze is buried a very large [stone called] cacalotetl. And the trappers, the hunters, take cover. And when [the fire] smokes, these monkeys, wherever they are, smell the fire, the smoke. Then they come; they carry their young on their backs; they seat themselves about the fire. They begin to warm themselves; the ears of maize begin to roast [and] they eat roasted maize. They walk about as they warm themselves; they change their children about as they warm and heat them. And when the cacalotetl stone has been heated (for it can in no way endure fire) it then cracks, bursts open, explodes, blows up just like the firing of a gun. And the embers, the ashes, scatter all over; the embers spread all over these monkeys; the ashes get into their eyes. So they run, they flee as if someone pursued them. They quickly abandon, throw aside, their young; although they still hunt for them, they can no longer see them. So there the hunters quickly seize them with their hands; there quickly are taken the young monkeys. Later they are raised, tamed. The monkey is a rather tame [animal] which sits like a man. Also it teases the young women; it begs from them, extends the hand, continually offers its hand in their presence. To speak, it whistles shrilly.

It has fleecy, straggly, woolly [fur]: black, dark; arched tail; a rather squat build; pointed ears; slender muzzle. It bears its young, it dwells underground, in burrows, in openings in the wall, in openings in the rocks. Its food is black beetles, maguey worms, nextecuillin worms, small cockroaches. And it preys especially on turkeys, on bird eggs; like the weasel, it also sucks the turkeys from below. And when it is full, it bites their heads off; it eats only their heads. And when it is really full, furthermore, [it continues to strangle them];1 it throws them away. Frightful is its spray, truly stinking, a deathly stench, a bad stench. When it sprays, [the stench] is spread all over the land; it pervades the whole countryside. And if anyone tries to catch it, it no more than sees him than it quickly raises its tail so that it spreads its spray over him. If perhaps it sprays one, it yellows his cape; it completely takes everything over; such is its stench. Its spray consists of small globules which are within it. If it falls, flies in one’s face, it blinds one, it damages his eyes. Those who have pustules merely swallow skunk spray; it is said that with it the pustules heal.

It is slender, rather squat, rather long-tailed, rather thin and long of snout. Its face is painted, blotched. It is rather ruddy; it is white-breasted. Its food is mice, nextecuillin worms, tlalomitl worms. It also eats turkeys; it sucks them from below. Its offal is unpleasant—very salty, very sickening. It preys especially on newly-hatched turkeys and bird eggs. It comes creeping up to spy on, indeed forces itself among, the sitting hens.

It is just like the hare, except that it is quite small. It bears its young underground; it goes down, burrows, makes a nest; or else somewhere among maguey plants [it lives] in dark, inaccessible places. It is good-tasting, savory, healthful, the best.

It is of long, well-formed legs; clawed; of long body, of rather long neck; of pointed, very long, wide, concave ears; of rounded, snubbed muzzle. Its fur is grey, a little darkened at the tips; it is soft, dark, blackish; quite dark; not long, not short; moderately smooth. It is an easy runner, a runner which darts, which goes like the wind; which is agile, very agile. It has a stubby, small tail, a white breast. And its excrement is small and round, like kernels of maize, indeed [like] sheep’s dung. It runs, it springs up, it leaps, it sits up, it flies.

It is fleecy, quite like a skunk, but when it ages, as an old male, as an old female, it becomes chalky. Rather long and thinmuzzled, its face is [as if] painted; the hollows of its eyes are black. It is of small, pointed ears, of long, hairless tail. Its tail is all flesh; nowhere is there hair, though there is a fine down. And as to its habits: it brings forth its young underground, in burrows, somewhere under ledges of rocks. And when it bears its young, when it goes out somewhere, it carries its young with it. There is a pouch at its belly; there it places, there it inserts its young. It takes them with it when it goes out to eat; there they are suckled. It is quite harmless, not vicious; it does not bite one, it does not nip one when it is taken, when it is seized. And when it is caught, it cries, it squeals; true tears come forth, especially when it is taken with its young. Much does it squeal for its young. Much does it weep for them; true tears come forth. It places each in its pouch; it takes them out. And its food is maize, maguey scrapings, and honey. And its flesh is edible, savory, like rabbit, like hare. But its bones, especially its tail, are in no wise edible. If one eats of them, especially if one eats many of them, all the intestines which are within him come forth. Once a dog and a cat secretly ate the flesh of an opossum; they chewed, they gnawed all its bones. Really it was the dog. At dawn, it had scattered out its intestines; it went about dragging them behind it. But its tail is a medicine which expels, which extracts, wherever something has gotten in, especially in an opening in a bone, which cannot come out. [Salve of] opossum tail is spread on thickly; it is spread on many times. Even if it is very well lodged, this draws it out; it gradually removes it. And [women] who have difficulty in childbirth, who cannot deliver the child, drink [the infusion]. Thus the little child is born quickly. And whoever can no longer defecate, who has a stoppage of the bowels, drinks it to open the passages, the tubes, to clean them, to purify them, to sweep out obstructions. Likewise one who has a cough also drinks opossum-tail [infusion]; with it he gathers, he sends down the phlegm. Also one drinks chocolate with uey nacaztli, with tlilxochitl, with mecaxochitl. One who can no longer digest food eats [opossum tail] for constipation, when there are obstructions.

It is small, little, blackish, dark. The tail is somewhat dark, somewhat long; a little whitish. All food for the chipmunk is the same as the food for the squirrel.

It is the same as the squirrel. This one lives in house settlements, in maize fields. As for its being called ground squirrel, its burrow is underground, in an opening in the rocks, in holes. And like the gopher, it bears its young underground. It completely destroys maize [fields].

This is a tree-dwelling squirrel which breeds in the treetops. It always lives in trees. And as for its being called quauhtechalotl, it eats everything—pine nuts, the tender ends of tree [branches], and tree worms. It goes about barking the trees there where the tree worms are. It whistles shrilly.

It is small and cylindrical, small and long, blackish, brown: somewhat dark; soft-furred; soft, small, pointed of ear; slender of muzzle; long, arched, very dark of tail. The tips of its fur are blackish. Its tail is somewhat thick. Its food is all maize and fruit, tunas, American cherries, etc. And it plunders the maize; even if [the maize] is guarded, it is not thereby frightened, it does not therefore leave it alone. It appears in full view as it eats, as it steals. And a thief is also called techalotl. A shrill whistler, it whistles shrilly.

The name is also coati. It is quite like [yet at the same time] unlike, dissimilar to, the pig, and in size it does not equal the pig which comes from Castile. It is bristly, stiff-haired, of coarse bristles. Its bristles are like awls, rough, tough, sparse, strong, wiry, sinewy. This one is called “the cloven one.” Its food is acorns, American cherries, maize, roots, fruit, just like what a pig eats. Hence they call the peccary a pig. And hence is a pig called pitzotl, because when it eats it makes a smacking sound, as if it sucks.

It is just like the raccoon, but it does not have human hands. It is also dark, black. As for its being named peçotli, it is because its food is everything—maize, fruit; because it is a great eater. And anyone who is a great eater, intemperate, is called peçotli. “I am a peçotli” means “I eat a great deal,” or “I gorge myself,” or “I eat hurriedly,” or “I am intemperate.”

Also its name is “priestess,” and its name is “little old woman.” It is named mapachitli because its hands are quite like our hands; likewise, its feet are quite like our feet. It destroys maize in summer, as if it ground it up and ate it all. Since it has really human hands, it climbs trees, it climbs the nopal. It eats up American cherries, fruit, tunas, honey. A cave is its dwelling; in forests, crags, the water, among reeds, everywhere it lives. Wherever it feels comfortable, there it lives. In the winter it eats mice, salamanders, [small] animals. Since it has really human hands [and] feet, sometimes it goes upright when it walks. And since it is a great thief, since it takes everything that it sees, and since it has human hands, a thief is also called mapachitli. It is wide, broad-footed; it has feet with soles—soles like a man’s [and] hands like a man’s. It is small, squat, cylindrical; tangle-haired; it has a dark tail, arched, long; it is large-headed, with pointed ears, with large muzzle, [or] a thin, thinnish one, a soft one.

It is called a cave-dweller because it goes about looking for caves. There it makes its home, there it hunts for things, there [the females] bear their young. Like a coati, it is long- and narrow-muzzled. And its fur is dark, a little rough, a little soft. And its food is mice, kangaroo rats, and small birds, if one of them somewhere passes by it. It eats all of them.

The bobcat is of smoky yellow, dark yellow back, with blackish tips to its fur; of white belly; it is white-bellied, like flecks of cotton, like carded cotton. Its belly is spotted with black, marked like an ocelot, blotched like an ocelot. [Its fur is] soft, soft, very soft; dark, blended here and there, much blended, with brown. It is small and squat, small and round [of body], massive, heavily fleshed. It is large-headed, with droplet-shaped ears, round-faced, snubbed of muzzle, spiny of tongue. Very high-pitched is its voice when it howls. Very agile is it, a true flyer. It bounces, it flies. Its food is flesh. And this bobcat is absolutely uncanny in its service to [other] wild animals.1 And thus it performs its task. If it sees any living thing, perhaps a deer or a man, then it quickly hides itself behind any tree or tangle of shrubs. There it crouches. And if [the victim] comes to it, it quickly attacks. It passes its tongue over the eyes [of the victim]—flicks it over its eyes. And the deer, or the man, is at once blinded, so that he can no more help himself. And then it breaks [the victims’s] neck. And the brute then howls, screams, and sounds out loudly. Thus it informs the [other] wild animals that it has made a catch. Then the wild animals come to eat it. And when they have come, then they drink [the victim’s] blood. And when they have finished its blood, they suck at its flesh. But some only suck its blood; afterwards they eat its flesh; they tear it to pieces.

Its name is “ground coyote.” It runs about the villages, on the plains. It is not born among the crags, but just somewhere underground. Tlalcoyotl means the not distant coyote, which only emerges among house settlements, among us. It goes about eating turkeys, tunas, green maize ears, dried maize ears, American cherries. It eats all that has died; it eats all the salamanders, serpents, etc.

It is long-furred, shaggy, bushy, woolly; bushy-tailed, pointed-eared; large-muzzled, a rather slender, blackish, soft one; spindle-legged; curved of claw. Very black are its claws. It is cunning, astute. It hunts in this way: it is a stalker, an ambusher. It creeps; it crouches on the ground; It crouches spying; it hides its feet [and] its ears; it looks with caution; it looks from one side to another. As a stalker it is quite as astute as a man. And first it hisses, whether at birds, whether at sheep. Whatsoever it wishes to catch it terrifies. And it is in every way diabolical. If I take from it, if I make it drop its catch, it will take vengeance, it will repay me in kind. It also goes to take my animals, which I raise. And if I [should have] no animals, it will await me on the road, confront me, bark at me as if it wished to eat me, to menace me. And it will engage two [or] three of its companions to mangle me, perhaps by night, perhaps by day. But also this animal is grateful and appreciative. A short time ago, in our time, a man came upon a coyote sitting on the grassy plain; the warrior was going along his way. And the coyote then beckoned to him with its paw. And the warrior was much frightened and took it as an omen. He went toward it, and when he came to reach it, he saw a serpent which was coiled around [the coyote]. The serpent protruded from its neck, from under its front legs. [The serpent,] called a cincoatl, was thus well coiled. And the warrior said within himself, “Which shall I help?” Then the warrior went up, taking a stick, a club, a green branch. Then he repeatedly beat the serpent with them; for the serpent abhorred the stick. Then the serpent fell to the ground; whereupon the coyote staggered off. And when it had revived, then it ran off. In perhaps a couple of hours, farther on in the maize field, the coyote went to look for the warrior who had rescued it. It brought him two turkey cocks, went on to throw them down, proceeded to push them on with its muzzle almost as if to say to him, “Take them.” Once again the coyote went. When the warrior was going to his house, once more he met the coyote on the road. It gave him another one, a turkey hen. And when the warrior had gone to his house, again, a little later, it came to throw down another turkey cock in his courtyard. The foods of this coyote are meat, raw meat, ripe maize ears, green maize ears, green maize stalks, tomatoes, tunas, American cherries, tamales, tortillas, honey. And thus is the coyote hunted: it is snared, snares are set for its feet, [other] traps are set, it is forced into a pitfall, it is shot with arrows. At its place of drinking raw maguey syrup, there it is noosed, it is caught with a wild chicle bait.

It is the same as the cuitlamiztli. As for its being named [itzcuinquani], at night it goes forth to the settlements. It cries out. And when it has cried out, then and begins to howl when it gets near a place. And all the dogs that hear it howl in response and go running to where it is. And when the dogs gather around it, it kills the ones that it needs to eat and eats them. And the rest get away. Dogs are its food; it finds them very tasty. According to this account, it seems to be a wolf. [section on cuitlamiztli, which is thought to be extinct] It lives in the forests. It is the same as a mountain lion. As for its being named cuitlamiztli: when it reaches a deer, it attacks it. When it seizes it,1 it eats it, eats it gluttonously, eats it as it lies; indeed it consumes it all. For two days, for three days, it eats nothing [else]. It eats absolutely the whole of it; it lies down, lies digesting it. Hence it is called cuitlamiztli; because it is a glutton, and because it does not hide itself away. During the night it eats up the turkeys; it finishes them up if there are even twenty. When filled, it just kills them and the sheep.

It is the same as the mountain lion, but always lives in trees, among tree-tops, where it gets its food. Seldom does it walk on the ground. [for good measure here is the section on the maçamiztli, which is thought to be a fictional animal] It is the same as the mountain lion. For this reason it is called maçamiztli: its fur is quite like deerskin. And quite similar [to the deer’s] is its body, quite similar are its head [and] its face. The male has horns; the female is like a doe. Quite similar [to the deer’s] are its tail, its ears, its feet; quite similar [to the deer’s hoof] are its claws. Nowhere else do they resemble, nowhere else are they like a deer. In all, it differs from [the deer], for it has teeth like a jaguarundi’s: it has the front teeth, the fangs, the molars. In short, it is a wild beast. And its mouth, its jaws, especially its place of devouring, are very large, very thick. Its dewclaws stand at its ankle joints like metal hooks. Whatsoever it seizes, whatsoever it catches, it rips open from belly to neck with them. Especially does it go imitating, mimicking these deer; it goes as one of them, among, in the midst of them. And when in need of food, when hungry, it pounces upon one; it suddenly rips open its belly, it strews its entrails on the ground with its claws, its dewclaws. But nevertheless there is a sign by which the deer recognize it: it is of sickly odor.

It is just like all the ocelots, [but] nowhere are there [any spots] on it. It is completely smooth, very smooth. However, it is very long-clawed, very hook-clawed. Quite large are its dewclaws. It is dark yellow. [Some] are called ruddy mountain lions, yellow, blond mountain lions. The fur of some is whitish; they are called white mountain lions.

It is of woolly, tangled, snarled fur, of dark, bushy tail. When it is already old, its tail is tangled. Everywhere its fur is matted. It is droplet-eared; round, broad of face, as if man-faced; thick, short of muzzle. Much does it wheeze; a great hisser is it. When it hisses to terrify one, it is as if a rainbow comes from its mouth. Very clever is it—a great stalker, a crouching spy. It stalks one; preys, hisses at one. [this is also speculated to be about the grizzly bear]

It is a wild animal which lives in Toztlan [and] Caseapan, almost by the ocean shore. As for its being named tzoniztac, its head is a pure white which extends to its neck. It is rather large, something like an ocelot, thick-bodied, squat. It goes about hunting [other] wild animals. When it sees one, then it growls much, it bares its teeth; then it pounces upon it. Its fore [and] hind feet are like an ocelot’s; it is a very high jumper which seemingly flies into the trees. All its body—its forelegs, its hind legs—all are glistening black. Its tail is long, just like an ocelot’s. No one can easily find this tzoniztac. Whosoever comes upon it, if he sees that its head is yellow, he who sees it will then die. But to whosoever sees that its head has not yellowed, it comes to pass that he will grow very old; and its meaning is that he will be poor even if he lives still longer, even if he still works hard for his living. If two, if perhaps three [men see it], all die; sometimes only one man is spared. They take [the animal] as an omen of evil. In hunting it, they just shoot it with arrows.

It is very large, bigger than a cow. Its head is very large, the muzzle long, its ears very wide, its molars, its teeth also very large, like the teeth of us human beings. Its neck is very thick, very fleshy. Its fore [and] hind legs are very thick; its hooves like a bull’s, very large. Its dewclaws are only callosities, not of bone; its haunches are very large, its tail very thick, long, quite smooth. Its hair is everywhere completely yellow, not very long—like a deer’s hair. Its hide is very thick. This tapir is edible. But not of only one flavor is its flesh; all the various meats are in it: human flesh, wild beast flesh—deer, bird, dog, etc. This tapir is quite rare. It lives there at Atzaccan, Tepoztzotlan, Tlanquilapan, there in the great forests, among the crags which no one reaches. It eats tender shoots of tochquiquiztli and tender shoots of tlacalhuazquauitl when it finds no other food. When wild cacao grows—which no one plants—called teocacauatl and quappatlachtli, [it eats these] and maize. When it comes upon a maize field, it finishes it all. When it defecates, it heaps up [voided whole] cacao beans, almost a carrier’s load. The common folk hunt for these in the forest, in order there to find the cacao beans. It is not frightening. It cannot be slain with an arrow, even if shot with an arrow. In order to take it, they make it fall into a pit, a hole which they dig deep—three arm spans deep. Such is its depth. When they have dug it, they spread tree branches over it, they cover it with grass. And it gives way. Later the tapir falls into the pit; there they spear it, so that there it dies. Later they draw it forth with heavy ropes.

It is a dweller of the forests, of crags, of water; noble, princely, it is said. It is the lord, the ruler of the animals. It is cautious, wise, proud. It is not a scavenger. It is one which detests, which is nauseated by [dirty things]. It is noble, proud. It is long: long bodied, straight, round like a pillar; squat, not tall; thick, corpulent; hard-fleshed, very hard-fleshed; long-tailed; of gopher-like paws, very thick; wide-padded—of very wide pads; thick, fat of neck; of pot-like head, very pot-headed, great-headed; of droplet-shaped ears; of thick, stubby, spongy, soft muzzle with a fatty, oily nose; of wide face with eyes like live coals; toothy, with small, pointed front teeth, with molars like pestles; wide-mouthed, open-mouthed; clawed, with sharp, curved claws, with dewclaws. It is varicolored, quite varicolored, spotted with black, blotched with black; white-chested, smooth, sleek. Like ocelots, it becomes varicolored; it is variously colored, variously marked; it becomes varicolored, it is variously colored, like an ocelot. Claws emerge. They grasp, they clutch. Teeth, molars, canines emerge. It bares its teeth, gnaws, bites, tears. It growls, snarls, howls, roars like the blowing of trumpets. [The white ocelot] is said to be the leader of the ocelots. It is white, very white. Some are only whitish, varicolored, painted—blotched with black, spotted. [The ruddy ocelot] is reddish, ruddy, blotched with chili-red, blotched as with rubber. It is varicolored, variously hued, ruddy. [The ocelot] goes about eating the small animals, the deer, the rabbit, etc. And it is very reserved; no eater of offal; very well kept. It bathes, washes, cleans itself; it washes its face by licking, with its saliva. It prepares itself; it cares for itself. And by night it watches; it seeks out what it hunts, what it eats. Very good, clear is its vision. In truth, it sees very well; it can see far. Even if it is very dark, even if it is misty, it sees. When it sees one, when it meets, when it comes upon a huntsman, a hunter, it does not run, it does not flee. It just settles down to face him. It places itself well; it hides itself not at all, this ocelot. Then it begins to hiss, so that by its breath it may make faint, may terrify the hunter. And then the hunter begins to shoot arrows at it. The first reed, the arrow, which he shoots, the ocelot just catches with its paws; it shatters it with its teeth. It seats itself upon it growling, snarling, rumbling in its throat. When [the hunter] shoots more, it is just the same; howsoever many he shoots at it, to all [the ocelot] does the same. And the hunters have their reckoning (as well as their custom) that they shoot only four times. If he shoots four [arrows], the hunter is [as good as] dead. Thereupon the ocelot prepares itself; it stretches, it yawns, it stirs, it shakes itself; it cleans itself, it licks itself. Then indeed it crouches, springs, flies through the air. Whether the hunter stands ten spans—even fifteen spans—away, there it goes to seize him. Only once does it leap—fly—swish—bristling, its hair ruffled. There dies the hunter; there he is eaten. But the skilled hunter, when he shoots the first arrow, if [the ocelot] seizes it with its paws, then takes an oak leaf [or] the petal of a tree flower. At the tip of the arrow he places it; with its tip he pierces it. Then he shoots it. The reed with the leaf goes fluttering; like a locust it goes perhaps half way, perhaps by [the ocelot]. When it flies, when the oak leaf falls, [the ocelot] is thus distracted. Thus the hunter succeeds in shooting it with an arrow; thus he can reach it. When the ocelot is shot, it leaps up. And when it comes to fall on the ground, it sits up like a man; it sits up; it sits upright. It sits up as it first was. It fixes its eyes upwards; It does not close them as it dies. It just remains looking; it seems to be alive. Wherever the ocelot eats, first it hisses at one in order to terrify one—to make him swoon away. And its flesh burns like pepper. The conjurers went about carrying its hide—the hide of its forehead and of its chest, and its tail, its nose, and its claws, and its heart, and its fangs, and its snout. It is said that they went about their tasks with them—that with them they did daring deeds, that because of them they were feared; that with them they were daring. Truly they went about restored. The names of these are conjurers, guardians of tradition, debasers of people.

8.3 billion people, 16.6 billion faces

vastly underrated, but very difficult to use judiciously and convincingly

really really messy and confusing. tempting and hard to avoid

ow

FROM THE FLORENTINE CODEX, BOOK 11: it is the ruler, the leader of all the water birds, the ducks. when the various birds come, this is when it comes; it brings them here at the time of the feast of santiago, in the month of july / and the head of the pelican is rather large, black. its bill is yellow, round, a span long. its breast, its back are all white; its tail is not long; only average. its legs have no long bones at all; its feet are at its body. they are about a span long, very wide. its body is long, very thick. its wings are not very large; its wing feathers are not very long / this pelican does not rest anywhere in the reeds; it always lives there in the middle of the water, and it is said that it is the heart of the lagoon because it lives in the middle. also it sinks people. to sink them it only summons the wind; it sings, it cries out. it sinks them only when they try to catch it. to catch it they stalk it two, three, or four days. but if they fail to catch it by the third day, on the fourth day the water folk prepare themselves and then assemble and steel themselves to go forth to die. for this is the custom of the water folk. for this pelican, after four days, sits awaiting the water folk; it rests on the water's surface; it sits looking at them. for if they fail to catch it in four days, by sunset, when the fifth sounds, the water folk thus know it as a sign that they will die; for they who have failed to catch it have been tried. and this pelican, when they have failed to shoot it by sunset of the fourth day, then calls out, cries out like a crane; it summons the wind to sink the people. thereupon the water foams; thereupon the water birds cry out exceedingly; they arrange themselves as it were in rows on the surface of the water: they beat [their wings]. all the fish well up. and the water folk can no longer help themselves, although they try hard to pole. their arms are simply numbed; it is as if someone pulls them down. so there the water folk die; there the boat sinks. and when the pelican can be caught, when it can be shot, perhaps they can shoot it, they can take it in two or three days. when the water folk shoot it, at once they seize it. they quickly, firmly grasp its bill; then they cast it into the boat. there they quickly disembowel it, it still lives. they disembowel it with a dart, three points at its head, called minachacalli. they seize it quickly, they grasp its bill firmly and quickly, so that it cannot regurgitate what is within it. for if they do not do so, it will at once regurgitate what is within it. then they take it, whereupon they cut open its gizzard. within it is a precious green stone; and if not a green stone, various precious feathers are there within, in its gizzard. and if they do not find a precious green stone or a feather, only a piece of charcoal appears there, this becomes a sign that the hunter will die. but for him who finds, who takes from it, a precious green stone or feather, it becomes a sign that he always will be able to take, to capture, the various birds or fish; he will prosper. although, as has been said, all which he will eat will be at hand--the various birds which he will capture--his grandsons will be in debt; they will indeed be poor. and thus is the flesh of the pelican eaten: all the water folk assemble. they eat it only as a choice food; only very little is offered one. for it is verily the heart of the water / this pelican also takes with it the different water birds, when it goes. it goes there toward the west, where the sun sets. these water folk consider it as their mirror. for there they see what each is to merit in their profession as water folk

my buddy worked at a subway one time and there was a problem with the long clinical rod type flourescent light bulbs that lit the ingredient counter from the ceiling. so he got out his ladder and opened up the hatch in the ceiling to remove the lightbulb and the lightbulb slammed onto the counter and shattered into all the ingredients. boss told him DON'T throw it all away, just pick out the shards of glass from the lettuce and onions and so on. this and many other oversights from the subway corporation is why i do not eat at subway

i always found dante's limbo extremely appealing. i dont really want to stop wanting things and i want a world where nature is actually preserved. the other idea of limbo must be included, hence the score

i dont know what i would do if i saw one

there are lots of tricks people will subject you to in these, when they arent friendly. but a good one has a rhythm and speed that will make you fall in love. personally i am incapable of group conversation in a setting that is not highly formalized and oversimplified but 1on1 is where its at

i work as a math tutor and i think often about how everything came together for me in math when i got the hang of this book and how to show people the stuff that this book said. people are under the impression that math is about doing calculations for some reason. and while it's not wrong that math has calculations, the stuff that nearly everyone likes about math is not the repetitive task of crunching numbers (though i like that stuff. it's like those enormous coloring books for adults. hypnotizing) but the process of abstract reasoning that gets you from point a to point b in a problem. so i think often--should i work with my students outside my working hours and teach them euclid's elements? i can't just keep giving them the steps to their problems, and they can't come up with the steps on their own. they think it's the teacher's job to show them how to solve every case of every problem, and that math is about their ability to avoid mistakes in calculating sums (but also that the calculator is used to avoid the trivial work of arithmetic. there's no winning! goomba fallacy). so what else is the solution? you just have to learn to do 'proofs'. kids are deathly scared of proofs. i don't fully understand why, except that the subject is overly formalized because of some geeks in the first half of the 20th century. every 'solve for x' problem is a proof already, although often of a very simple kind. i dunno. this book has its flaws but its fun. it's also a good look into the weird mind of the ancient greek geometer. 2 is the first number? ok buddy

a nuisance

very conflicting. we need to figure out how to ask the fish about it before i feel confident giving my opinion

a lot of different kinds of art would benefit from being thought about 'functionally', in the way that people think about haunted houses, rather than as 'valuable'. the haunted house itself is a funny trope but not an experience i am interested in having

your book made so many things make so much sense. books dont normally work that way. thank you so much

if you need information to describe any one thing i'd say it's the problematic situation

honestly the best one because you sit in the dark and your eyes adjust and you wait in silence. you can do it with your friends. everyone is on the lookout for a sign from the meteors. thats what its like

this one is especially potent for me as my friend told me it was called that very recently in my life--about two years ago. recent because i should've learned this along with 'solar eclipse' and that sort of thing. everything we did that day sticks at the front of my mind because for some reason we acted like i was moving away. she also showed me how to drink the dew out of honeysuckle. that's another really basic thing i never learned til recently. the train station by my house has got some kind of tax lawyer and one restaurant by it, and we went inside the restaurant and looked around and she said oh idkk should i get a desert? and i said Duh of course lol. so we ate the dessert and this pair of old folks thought we were a couple and it was pretty embarrassing. i showed her how to jump across the creek and she brought her digital camera and we fought against its battery life taking photos. she did her sammy classic sonic fan impression. we met on rym and one time we heard records under the bridge. this isnt on the same day anymore im just thinking about how my friend jelly is awesome. jelly is awesome because she named the blue hour. even when it's not blue you get to say "the so-called 'blue hour'" and that's fun too. when it comes to the blue hour you cannot lose

this was on my mind a lot in the 7th grade

social "science"

one of the best writers of prose around today and an extremely important visionary for the medium of "video games". it's really lucky that they are here

all these guys "sing" about is bitches drugs and money

the worst part is that no one ever believes you when you say you dislike it

not really different from opinion, although many will disagree

i seem to have way more of these than most people. i was born to opine. it seems to bother others that i enjoy being a contrarian so i vocally disagree selectively and quietly, and i try to be interesting. i cherish every new opinion i find. once i overheard a girl say she had never even heard of superman until she went to college, and didnt understand what the fuss was about. that made me really happy and excited, even though it was probably because she was extremely homeschooled, which is a terrible situation to be in. anyways people can have so many of these and you can dedicate your life to trying to get a feel for how the people you know form their opinions, and it will teach you about the world

just so much fun. entertaining to be on the receiving end even when the information is bad. only problem is when you teach something wrong

let the plants go where they like. maybe you should move out for a change

you had your chance. sublunar

usually boring and a waste of time but so much potential

the data says otherwise but its really scary. and even if it wasnt scary itd be boring and annoying. how is FLYING boring and annoying

even the greatest and most powerful and successful thought experiment imagined by analytic philosophers is a made up situation that would never happen. these people only believe in the power of "gotcha!". personally i would freeze up and the train would just run over the four guys. i doubt anyone wouldnt freeze up. its just silly

one damn thing after another

when youre 15 this is awesome. its like if percy jackson appealed to its target audience

i go here after work to get a snack. its nice to be somewhere different and its probably the least stimulating grocery store, which is a good thing. the grocery store is often subtly trying to hack into your brain. at my aldi they don't even play music. nice!

someone told me about this yesterday but ever since then i wanted to do it to someone to see how it feels. until then no rating

is it useful?? not really sure. still thinking

often but not always better than music

i squashed the middle of mine by using it so much. nowadays i sleep on it vertically and its much more plump and comfortable that way. pretty useful

this rating takes into account all of the very very bad consequences

just so cynical. if you dont know this guy his deal is that the whole internet is to him a "lolcow" and so he variously portrays different aspects of it as disgusting and cloying and naive and prurient and too absurd to believe. not my style. im not scared of what happens on here. this is where i grew up

a boring old man supported by countless perverse freaks who get a sick thrill out of seeing someone congratulated for the acts of public masturbation that otherwise find them rightfully shunned. he works with an unusual control and calculation. awful but too banal to be a serious problem

you dont have to portray it that way. thats confusing, stop it. ugh

only works for trivial things. otherwise its very sneaky business

its tough! but it's all we got

another one for the "instant gratification" types. i myself prefer a nice book

what a fantastic technology. still underrated despite everything

always breathtaking to see it happen for the first time. and it feels so good to do. i recommend you pair this with https://compend.org/item/Q283 water

some people say the darndest things

pretty standard silicon valley type. voice training inspo

god's perfect musical instrument

underrated by nerds but im not breaking the pattern thats someone elses job

it works. hard to have an opinion about this in general. lets be more specific please

all of a sudden people talk a lot about them. to me they've always sounded good in that v shape

guys... i have something to tell u every1..... im so aggrieved i have to tell you guys this.... sorry give me a second..... hack cough hack i need to tell ... ugh eugh WBLBLBLBLB its so DISGUSTING its so FREAKY im haven the worst time getting it out. srory lowers head hits chest a couple times breathe in out in out HAUGH HUUUH HAUGH HUUH..... what i wanted to say was .. the thing i was going to tell u guys is that drake *does some jumping jacks HOO yea that hit the spot baby thats really easy for me to do by the way what was that sorry oh yea guys ummm erm erm emmmm umm what i wanted 2 reveal to all you guys isss drake is a pedophiel (everyone has known for years) ouugghhh buckles down about to bargf u can thank me latr guys that was really hard to do all that saving

oh my god get rid of this. just get rid of it. i dont care. V7-I again??? but on the level of the full composition rather than in the particular movements of the chord progression. oh interesting!! wow!!!!! (<--- SARCASTIC) its just all wrong. everything about this is wrong. not a single example of this that isn't one of the worst things you'll ever encounter

as i understand it obsession with or centering around this thing is bad? at that point i dont see why we keep it around

i had a couple of these in my ceiling recently and it was pretty entertaining. i got a big plastic bin to catch all the water and i had to move my bed around so that the rain wouldnt fall on me. i enjoy the sporadic plop of a water droplet. but i also had to call people to handle the leak because i appreciate the roof of my home and the work that it does, so it was also a little bothersome. still not bad

fun to show people but did not have much staying power for me

one of the more difficult things in life

useful type of word, but people have made up too many of them. hard to take it seriously

greater than the sum of its parts. that i watched boomerang so often as a young child was probably what informed my sense of humor more than anything else. some classic examples: cats lapping up a bowl of milk or cream, legs spinning to run really fast, eating something big and with a weird shape and turning into that shape, in my office pushing a button on my desk that opens the floor beneath you, steam coming out of ears when angry, getting struck by lightning and turning to ash, getting struck by lightning and displaying my skeleton, flying by my nose which follows a delicious scent, my friend turns into a roast chicken when im hungry, getting sick and putting a pack of hot water on my head, getting hit on the head and seeing birds, getting hit on the head and seeing stars, stepping on a rake, tongue falls on the floor to express sexual attraction (and other more crass expressions), xxx on a bottle of alcohol OR poison, banana peel (need i say more?)

the elephant, the octopus, the whale, the ape. we need to befriend these guys if only for the insane strategic advantages

jury's out on this one

animals are already people to me so while i appreciate the effort i believe it is mostly redundant/a minor change

my life would be significantly worse without this piece of software

very emotional for me as a child. still very emotional for me but i dont think about it so often

very friendly and with great personalities. im told you can have them to bring you different kinds of objects in exchange for food?? seems useful for schemes

whenever i feel nervous or down i close my eyes and imagine this bug :8: and say 3

not all it's cracked up to be

changed my life not much to say

im not

act 2 intermission I Wonder What Will Happen Next come on man

a little smug? im not sure how i feel about him. hes not the elephant but i think he would threaten to sue you all the time because of his cousin, who is a lawyer and an elephant. otherwise i imagine him goodhearted and ferocious

fun to say but can be scary

i asked the world's oldest man for advice and he said to let it stew

just useless. the worst of these kinds of websites. filled to the brim with interminably long lists that are all identical and reviews less stimulating than an instagram reel

let's not kid ourselves here this is easily top 80

king of organisms

the angle of water is 104.45 degrees

a bit of a "hidden gem". only tedious for the simple-minded. lots of tricks you can do

community is bad on average and moderation team is very frustrating. interesting opinions are scarce. you can upload images to a gallery, like on myspace (as i've heard), and there are a few old guys who collect 'private press' records. the dms are forum-like. lots of bad, lots of good