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Book 36. (1 results) Avengers of Gor (Individual Quote)

When we approached the object, a clutter of small birds, scavenging jards, took flight with a reproachful burst of wings. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 48, Sentence #67)
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48 67 When we View more quotes about approached">approached the object, a clutter of small birds, scavenging jards, took flight with a reproachful burst of wings.

Book 36. (7 results) Avengers of Gor (Context Quote)

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48 64 Such displays, if not destroyed, stolen, or removed, sometimes in later battles, for certain places and fields, given their location and favorable properties, have been the scene of more than one battle, can remain in place for years, even generations, until wind, rain, ageing, heat, cold, and rust have their way.
48 65 If a tree is not available, a trimmed, barkless pole may serve the same purpose, which is then denominated a trophy pole.
48 66 What was before us, however, as noted, was not such an object.
48 67 When we approached the object, a clutter of small birds, scavenging jards, took flight with a reproachful burst of wings.
48 68 Earlier there had been such clusters of jards elsewhere on the field, as well, from a distance looking like restless, crawling heaps.
48 69 The thin necks of the small, hook-billed birds were bare, lacking feathers.
48 70 This had perhaps to do with minimizing contamination, which might be incurred in their feedings.
Such displays, if not destroyed, stolen, or removed, sometimes in later battles, for certain places and fields, given their location and favorable properties, have been the scene of more than one battle, can remain in place for years, even generations, until wind, rain, ageing, heat, cold, and rust have their way. If a tree is not available, a trimmed, barkless pole may serve the same purpose, which is then denominated a trophy pole. What was before us, however, as noted, was not such an object. When we approached the object, a clutter of small birds, scavenging jards, took flight with a reproachful burst of wings. Earlier there had been such clusters of jards elsewhere on the field, as well, from a distance looking like restless, crawling heaps. The thin necks of the small, hook-billed birds were bare, lacking feathers. This had perhaps to do with minimizing contamination, which might be incurred in their feedings. - (Avengers of Gor)