= | f i Ree WY SAV’ SAMY AY Wi y STARLING. RURAL BIRD LIFE BEING ESSAYS ON ORNITHOLOGY WITH INSTRUCTIONS FOR PRESERVING OBJECTS RELATING TO THAT SCIENCE ia//< BY CHARLES DIXON WITH FORTY-FIVE ILLUSTRATIONS; AND A PREFACE By DR. ELLIOTT COUES, U.S.A. AUTHOR OF “‘KEY TO NORTH AMERICAN BIRDS,” ‘‘ FIELD ORNITHOLOGY,”’ ‘©BIRDS OF THE NORTHWEST,’’ ETC. at, ree COLLECTION BOSTON Heres AN DeGAIER LAT Co ZAIALIC 299 TO 305 WASHINGTON STREET COP YRIGESE 1880, By ESTES AND LAURIAT. To the Memorp of ere CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. mee accora asetns ORNITHOLOGY IS SO RICHLY INDEBTED 4 Dedicate THIS LITTLE VOLUME AMERICAN: EDITOR'S. PREFACE. Tue publication of Charles Dixon’s “Rural Bird-Life” in America renders it desirable to say a few words by way of introducing these agreeable Essays on Ornithology to the read- ers whom the book will undoubtedly win for itself in this country. It might seem at first sight unlikely that a treatise devoted entirely to British Birds, very few of which are ever seen in the United States, could have any special interest for the new circle of acquaintances to whom the American publishers address the work. But my examination of these pieces of bird-biography have satisfied me that their merit has only to be known to be appreciated as highly here as elsewhere. Mr. Dixon’s example may be followed with no less profit than pleasure in this coun- try ; for the lessons which he teaches respecting the pursuit of ornithology are restricted in their applicability to the native birds of no single region. The study of the life of English birds, under this author’s guidance and in his agreeable company, will go far toward fitting one to enter easily and successfully upon those personal experiences with our native species which are necessary in order to become a good practical ornithol- ogist. iv AMERICAN EDITORS PREFACE. The aspects of Nature change ceaselessly, by day and by night, through the seasons of the year, with every difference of latitude and longitude; and endless are the profusion and variety of the results which illustrate the operation of her laws. But, let the productions of different climes and countries be never so unlike, she works by the same methods ; the spirit of her teachings never changes; Nature herself is always the same, and the same wholesome, satisfying lessons are to be learned in the contemplation of any of her works. We may change our skies, but not our minds, in crossing the sea to gain a glimpse of that bird-life which finds its exact counterpart in our own woods and fields, at the very threshold of our own homes. The practical utility of Mr. Dixon’s work, as well as its adaptability to the wants of American students and amateur ornithologists, may easily be shown; and it is not difficult to explain exactly how the book may be used to great advantage by all those who have a taste for natural-history pursuits, and a desire to study birds in earnest, yet hardly know how to make a beginning. | The author gives more or less perfect sketches —in some cases, finished pictures — of the habits of some sixty or seventy kinds of British Birds. These are for the most part common and familiar species in his country, though only very few of them —such as the ubiquitous House Sparrow — can be studied in our own. I would advise the reader to turn first to his author’s account of the character and habits of that bird, to see whether or not it agrees with his own experiences. Should it be found concordant, as far as it goes, with his own observations, he may ask himself if there be not something still to be added, as a AMERICAN EDITOR'S PREFACE. Vv further contribution to the natural history of this interesting bird ; and he may not impossibly be thus stimulated to enter upon original investigations. Should he differ with his author in any particulars, the interesting question would be raised, how far the domestic economy of the bird has been modified under the new conditions of its transplantation. Any single instance like this may be made, at the hands of an earnest and enthu- siastic student, a means to the end of most important problems in natural history —like Huxley’s Crayfish, already become so famous an illustration of the broadest principles of biological science. Again, let the reader take up one of the histories of some species entirely unknown to him—say the Song-Thrush or the Missel-Thrush of England — and read carefully what his author has to say of these birds. He scarcely needs to be informed of the fact that we recognize in ornithology what are called “rep- resentative species ;’’ that is, species of one country which take the place of, correspond to, or otherwise represent more or less closely allied species of another country. Having found out what Mr. Dixon knows of the Song- or Missel-Thrush, let him ask himself the question, ‘Do I know as much as this about the Wood-Thrush or the Hermit-Thrush of my own country? Could I give as complete an account of their habits ?”’ The point is very clear, — Mr. Dixon’s book is nothing if not original. I have seldom examined a treatise composed of fresher material, or one relying less upon the authority of other writers. This is marked merit for the days when one of the chief uses of books seems to be to breed books, and when writers in ornithology spend in their libraries much time that might be better spent in the field, and devote more attention vi AMERICAN EDITORS PREFACE. to what is said about birds by others than to the story that birds themselves will tell if rightly questioned. The student of Ameri- can ornithology may be assured that he cannot find out for himself. as much about our birds as Mr. Dixon has to tell him of British birds without becoming a good practical ornitholo- gist. Such is the ground on which I recommend the volume to his attention; and that this is something beyond the mere pleasure he may derive in perusing it is readily to be per- ceived. | In furtherance of the object that I have in view in prefacing the work of another with these few remarks, I would call the reader’s attention to the following lists of birds. In one column is the list of species treated by Mr. Dixon, with their technical names. In the other I present an equal number of American species, the study of whose natural history may profitably be undertaken according to the author’s method and in imitation of his example. In a few cases only, the names are identical. In some other instances, they are those of strictly representative birds. But, in any event, the two columns agree closely enough to answer the purpose, though some of the groups of British Birds have nothing to correspond exactly in this country. BriTisH BrrbDs. AMERICAN BIRDs. Song Thrush. . . Turdus musicus. Wood Thrush . . Turdus mustelinus. Missel Thrush . . Turdus viscivorus. Hermit Thrush. . Turdus pallasi. Redwing . . . - Turdus iliacus. Olive-backed Thrush Turdus swainsoni. Fieldfare . . . . Turdus pilaris. Wilson’s Thrush . Turdus fuscescens. Ring Ouzel . . . Turdus torquatus. Varied Thrush . . Turdus nevius. Blackbird. . . . Turdus merula. Robin . . . . . Turdus migratorius. Dipper-e 4 6) \Cinclusagquaticus, Dipper . . . . Cinclus mexicanus. Hedge Accentor . Accentor modularis. Oven-bird. . . . Siurus auricapillus. Robin . . . . - Erythacus rubecula. Bluebird... .- ‘Sialia/sialis: Redstart . . . Ruticilla pheenicurus. Redstart . . . . Setophaga ruticilla. Stonechat. . . . Pratincola rubicola. Thrasher . . . . Harporhynchus rufus Wheatear . . . Saxicola cenanthe. Wheatear. . - . Saxicola cenanthe. AMERICAN: EDITORS -PREFACE. vii BritisH Birps. AMERICAN Brrps. Whinchat. . . . Pratincola rubetra. Catbird . . . . Mimus carolinensis. Spotted Flycatcher Muscicapa grisola. Wood Pewee . . Contopus virens. _Blackeap . . . . Sylvia atricapilla. Black-poll . . . Dendreeca atricapilla. Whitethroat. . . Sylvia rufa. Yellodw-rump. . . Dendreca coronata. Willow Warbler . Phylloscopustrochilus. Summer Warbler . Dendreeca estiva. Chiffchaff. . . . Phylloscopus collybita. Green Warbler . . Dendrceca virens. Calamodus igs ia Sedge Warbler . Yellow-throat . . Geothlypis trichas. beenus. Gold-crested Kinglet Regulus cristatus. Gold-crested Kinglet Regulus satrapa. Great Titmouse. . Parus major. Tufted Titmouse . Lophophanes bicolor. Blue Titmouse . . Parus cceruleus. Verdin. . . . . Auriparus flaviceps. Cole Titmouse . . Parus ater. Chickadee . . . Parus atricapillus. Long-tailed’Titmouse Acredula caudata. Bush Tit . . . . Psaltriparus minimus. Wagtails . . . - Motacilla. Wagtail . .-. . Budytes flava (°). Tree Pipit . . . Anthus trivialis. Sprague’s Lark. . Neocorys spraguii. Meadow Pipit . . Anthus pratensis. Titlark. . . . . Anthusludovicianus. Skylark . . . . Alauda arvensis. Shore Lark . .» Eremophila alpestris. Yellow Bunting. . Emberiza citrinella. Towhee Bunting . { Zeit ewtioe Common Bunting . Emberiza miliaria. Song Sparrow . . Melospiza fasciata. Reed Bunting . . Emberiza schceniclus. Savanna Sparrow . Passerculus savana. Chaffinch. . . . Fringilla celebs. Indigo Bird . . . Passerina cyanea. ; Fringilla montifringil- Rose-breastedGros- Zamelodia ludovici- Brambling . : { la. SeEU Ree yo hg ror ac ana. House Sparrow. . Passer domesticus. House Sparrow. . Passer domesticus. Tree Sparrow . . Passer montanus. Tree Sparrow . . Spizella monticola. Bullfinch . . . . Pyrrhula europza. Purple Finch . . Carpodacuspurpureus. Ramet ise) lemota cannabina. Pine Finch. . . Chrysomitris pinus. Redpoll . . . . A®giothus linaria. Redpoll . . . . /€giothus linaria. Greenfinch . . . Ligurinus chloris. | eck corer ean } Euspiza americana. Bunting ; Goldfinch. . . . Carduelis elegans. Goldfinch. . . . Astragalinus tristis. Starling . . . . Sturnus vulgaris. Field Lark . . . Sturnella magna. Jackdaw . . . - Corvus monedula. Purple Grakle . . Quiscalus purpureus. Carrion Crow . . Corvus corone. Common Crow . . Corvus americanus. Rook . . . . . Corvus frugilegus. Fish Crow . . . Corvus ossifragus. Naspicyiceuen abe «8 Eica, rustica. Magpie . . . . Pica hudsonica. Wave tetera ae Garrulus glandarius. Jay... . - . Cyanocitta cristata. Woodpecker . . . Picus major. Woodpecker. - . Picus villosus. . Creeper . . . . Certhia familaris. Creeper . . . . Certhia familiaris. Wren . . . . . Troglodytes parvulus. House Wren : { Pee domest: Kingfisher . . . Alcedo ispida. Kingfisher . . . Ceryle alcyon. Cuckoo. . . . « Cuculus canorus. Cuckoo . . . . Coccygus americanus. Swallow . . . . Hirundo rustica. Swallow . . . . Hirundo horreorum. Martin. .« . . . Chelidon urbica. Martin... 4. s,/« -Progne subis, Switeueer seca) sal ypselusiapus, SWiK ssn: |) Cheetura pelagica: Kestrel. . . . . Falco tinnunculus. Sparrow Hawk. . Fa‘co sparverius. Viil AMERICAN EDITORS PREFACE. BrITIsH BirpDs. AMERICAN BIRpDs. Sparrow Hawk. . Accipiter nisus. Sharp-shinned Hawk Accipiter fuscus. Barn Owl. . . - Aluco flammeus. Barn Owl. . . . Aluco pratincola. : Aa Ring Dove . . - Columba palumbus. Carolina Dove . . | apeager a Ba 4s Pheasant . . . . Phasianuscolchicus. Spruce Grouse . . Canace canadensis. Partridge. . . «. Perdix cinerea. Ruffed Grouse . . Bonasa umbellus. Quail . . . . . Coturnix communis. Bob-white . . . Ortyx virginiana. Red Grouse . . . Lagopus scoticus. Ptarmigan . . . Lagopus albus. Lapwing . . . ~- Vanellus cristatus. Killdeer . . . . Atgialitis vocifera. Trincoj : Trincoj 3 Eandniper : ringoides hypoleu } Safaninane eter { ringoides macula: cus. rius. Snipe . . . . . Gallinagogallinaria. Snipe . . . . . Gallinago wilsoni. Land Rail . . . Crex pratensis. Water Rail . . . Porzana carolina. Moorhen . . . . Gallinulachloropus. Gallinule. . . .- Gallinula galeata. Coot: “ea ") «wits Hulicaatras Coot . . - ..« Fulica americana. Swan... . . Cygnus olor. Swan .. . . » Cygnus americanus, ELLIOTT ‘COUES: WASHINGTON, D.C., April 30, 1880. dD an De sees i Op ae I HAVE now for years been engaged in a study of Orni- thology ; and from my numerous notes, principally on the economy of our commoner inland birds, I conceived the idea that from them might be compiled a little volume that might doubtless prove of interest to those persons who have a love for rural pursuits and the study of nature. There are also I believe a few fresh facts on the economy of birds noted, which I respectfully submit to working ornithologists, as well as several moot questions, relating to the natural history of birds, discussed, and opinions, gained by experience, promulgated. Had I spent more of my time amongst books instead of amongst bogs, I have no doubt but what this little volume would have found more favour amongst a certain class of naturalists, no matter how questionable or erroneous the matter it contained. But such was never my intention. A work purely original I intended it to be—a work whose materials have been obtained by un- x PREPACE. wearied personal observation in the field and the forest, and for the most part written in the several haunts of the birds described, and free from the harsh, and, in a measure, unmeaning technicalities with which at the present time ornithology is so pervaded, to the utter confusion of every aspirant to this delightful science. If, through a perusal of this unpretending little volume, I may be the remote cause of sending a few fresh labourers into the vineyard of ornithology, my labours have not been in vain, and it will please me much. Should the then intending ornithologist wish for a more technical insight into the science he has adopted, I re- commend him to acquaint himself with one of the few useful exhaustive works on this science. where he will obtain the information ‘he seeks. , My object in giving publicity to this little work has been solely to excite a love for the study of the feathered tribes—to place in a popular form the true economy of birds, showing their relations and positions in Nature’s great system; and to thee, centle reader uieleave ste task of saying if I have succeeded. With these few remarks I commit it to your considerate care. CHARLES DIXON. HEELEY, NEAR SHEFFIELD. CLOWN EN TS: te gene PAGE PAIRING INSTINCT OF BIRDS. . ° ° . ; I PROTECTIVE INSTINCT OF BIRDS . F ° ° ° ayes 7 HABITS OF BIRDS . : . ° ° . . : I THE SONG-THRUSH : - ° : ° ° ° shina pias THE MIsSSEL-THRUSH . 5 : ; fi a ° . Sar S| THE REDWING AND FIELDFARE . : . ° ° een eee 12) THE RING OUSEL : E e < ; - - A al ay THE BLACKBIRD . ‘ ’ : ; : f : estan THE DIPPER : : : : : g ; : : eyo THE HEDGE ACCENTOR : : : : - ie ep aa pO THE ROBIN. ‘ ; : : : ; : < : Site THE REDSTART . ; ; 2 : : : : ese ne THE STONECHAT AND WHEATEAR . 5 ‘ : 3 ate fit: S THE WHINCHAT .. : : : : A : A eee OO THE SPOTTED OR GRAY FLYCATCHER : : : . a G4 THE BLACKCAP AND WHITETHROATS . . ° : ote OD THE WILLOW WARBLER . : : : : 4 : ft EOS THE Woop WREN, CHIFFCHAFF, AND SEDGE WARBLER a et THE GoLD-cRESTED KINGLET. . ‘ : : - ; af, ppeeae THE GREAT TITMOUSE AND BLUE TITMOUSE : ‘ a ay ea xii CONTENTS. THE COLE TITMOUSE AND LONG-TAILED TITMOUSE WAGTAILS : ; F ; ; : ; : THE TREE PIPIT : ‘ : 3 - : THE MEaApDow PIPIT ; : 5 . a THE SKYLARK . 5 a : es ; THE YELLOW BUNTING. : ‘ : : ; THE COMMON BUNTING AND REED BUNTING . THE CHAFFINCH AND BRAMBLING 5 : é THE House SPARROW AND TREE SPARROW : DbHt BULLEINCH 3 ..:05,) ss j hy , 4 ; THE LINNET AND REDPOLL : , é - THE GREENFINCH AND GOLDFINCH : : , THE STARLING . : : : : : . THE JACKDAW AND CARRION CROW . . . THE ROOK . : : : : - - THE MAGPIE . : : : : - é : MELE S AVanos, : - : : : : : THE WOODPECKER AND CREEPER. . | : : THE WREN. ; ; : d F : : THE KINGFISHER . : : : i THE CUCKOO : : : : : : : THE SWALLOW : : is 5 E r MARTINS. : : : - - ‘ 3 THE SWIFT . . ‘ : . é 5 : ‘ THE KESTREL . ; : 5 2 : - THE SPARROWHAWK : at Pages : = - THE BaRN OWL. 4 - ‘ : : - THE RING DOVE . , ° - s ° ° 292 CONTENTS. THE PHEASANT . : : THE PARTRIDGE AND QUAIL. THE RED GROUSE > ; THE LAPWING : < - THE COMMON SANDPIPER . THE SNIPE. ? ; F THE LANDRAIL . ‘ 5 THE MOORHEN AND CooT . THE SWAN . : ; ; EVERGREENS AND BIRD-LIFE. HINTS TO ORNITHOLOGISTS INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE PRESERVATION OBJECTS : ; : OF ORNITHOLOGICAL of ie A ae Kh LIST0F SELUSTRATIONS. STARLING MAGPIE MARTINS. PHEASANT . PEATEs. . ° ° ° ° . . to face page I e e ° es e se e 99 222 2 ® e e ry e ° 39 264 ° ° e e e ° e 33 298 WOODCUTS. IN. TEXT. PAGE . PAGE SoNG-THRUSH 24 | WILLOW WARBLER . EOS REDWING AND FIELDFARE 39 | SEDGE WARBLER . rts ELA BLACKBIRD 52 | GOLD-CRESTED KINGLET . 120 DIPPER 58 | GREAT TITMOUSE ; penak25 HEDGE ACCENTOR 65 | WAGTAILS . : oa Mn, LO ROBIN 70 | MEADOW PIPIT . : Teas f°. WHEATEAR - . 82 | SKYLARK : - RoE SO WHINCHAT 89 | REED BUNTING . : kon SPOTTED FLYCATCHER ~ -94 | CHAFFINCH |. , aes (i xvi LAST (OF SELOUSTRATLIONS. TREE SPARROW . BULLFINCH LINNET GOLDFINCH JACKDAW Rook Jay GREAT SPOTTED PECKER WREN KINGFISHER . CucKOO Woop- PAGE 179 185 189 195 207 253 227 SWALLOW KESTREL SPARROWHAWK BARN OWL. RING DOVE PARTRIDGE. RED GROUSE. LAPWING SNIPE MOORHEN SWAN BLOWPIPE AND DRILL Se Oe ee a ee eee ee be ee ee Le PAIRING IASTINCL OF BIRDS. COURTEOUS READER, before noticing the haunts and economy of any particular bird, it may not be out of place to give thee a short collective account of their pairing instincts, the many and varied arts birds dis- play for the safety of their eggs or young, and also a few remarks on the habits of birds in general. The pairing instinct of birds has always been a sub- ject of much dispute amongst naturalists, and indeed one of a very perplexing nature. I have found it to be a subject which few writers on ornithology treat with a proper amount of care, while others refrain entirely from introducing it into their works. I consider it to be one of the most important traits in the character of the feathered tribes—an amount of instinct given alike to the lordly Eagle and the diminutive Wren, and that, no matter under which particular division it may come, harmonises with, and is essential to, the habits and requirements of the birds practising it. Birds may be divided into three classes ; viz., firstly, those birds which, having once paired, remain together for life ; secondly, birds which pair annually ; and thirdly, birds which never pair, but are polygamous. The young B 2 RURAL BIRD LIFE. naturalist must bear in mind that every bird, no matter of what species or inhabiting what part of the globe, comes under one of these three divisions. I will briefly glance at these three divisions, and give the opinions I have arrived at in a matter to which I have paid no small degree of care and attention. We will take, firstly, those birds which pair tor life. Swallows are an excellent type of this class, returning annually to their old xesting-sctes for the same purpose as previously. The Martin returns to its old zest. But to some this may appear incredible, knowing that these birds perform long migrations, and may get separated while upon them. Do these birds get finally separated when in large companies they are searching the air for their food? or do Rooks, Starlings, and Jackdaws fail to remember the position of their nests? The same instinct which informs the Swallows when to leave Africa, in like manner urges them onwards to their old nests; and again the same pair of birds will perform the duties of incubation. We all know that the same nesting-site will be yearly tenanted, provided the birds are left unmolested. This must be by the same pair of birds, not their young, as is erroneously supposed, for what ornithologist has ever in the course of his observa- tions seen swallows prying about into barns and out- buildings in search of some old nest, which wiil save them the labour of constructing one themselves? The time would be so taken up in this search, that no brood would be reared. Young birds pair most likely before their migration to us, and search out nesting-sites upon their arrival in this country. | Again, the Rook is another bird which I believe pairs for life. At the commencement of the breeding season rooks (unmolested by the other members of the FAIRING INSTINCT OF BIRDS. 3 rookery) return to their old nests, and commence doing the necessary repairs required for the comfort of their future brood ; while others, whose nests have been des- troyed, diligently set to work to reconstruct them in the same sites, in company with many of the last year’s brood which have paired some time during the previous six months. Can any ornithologist inform me of any com- bat he has been witness to for the choice of the nests which have withstood the storms of winter? A few pairs of rooks will sometimes desert the general rookery and build their nests in neighbouring trees, returning to them yearly. Ravens, Magpies, Jackdaws, Starlings, House Spar- rows, birds of the Falcon tribe and Titmice, have all been known to return to their nests of the previous season. I have known the Robin and the Wren return to their old sites (but not to the old nests) for several years. From what I have observed, the Ringdove and Partridge too are very probably life-paired species. From these instances I would infer that all birds which return to their old nests or nesting-sites for the same purpose every season pair for life. Witness the various marks of affection constantly passing between life-paired birds: keeping in each other’s company, feeding, often the male bird feeding his mate, flying and roosting together, so that the observer, as a rule, experiences but little difficulty in identifying them. Ovid must have had life-paired birds in mind when he wrote the follow- ing lines expressive of constancy in the male bird :— Hanc cupit, hanc optat ; sola suspirat in illa ; Signaque dat nutu, solicitatque notis. In the second place, those birds which pair annually: the birds which form this division are the most numerous B2 4 RURAL BIRD LIFE. of any. We have many instances of this class: as a good type we will take the Willow Warbler. When these birds first arrive in this country they are never in pairs, and indeed the male birds arrive a little before the females. But observe them a few weeks later; they have all found a mate, and are employed in domestic duties. It is the nature of these birds to make fresh nests every season, and never in the same positicn or locality. When once these birds have left their nests, and the young can forage for themselves, I firmly believe all connection between the two birds ceases ; the nests are abandoned, never to be returned to, and the birds roam about searching for food, very often solitary, until the time of migration arrives. Several of the Thrushes are for the most part solitary in their habits except in the breeding season, while othe1s roam about in flocks, very often the males or females being predominant; but as spring arrives, separating into pairs for incubation, after which the same routine is again repeated. The Chaffinch is the same—in flocks during the winter, the sexes not at all social ; but as the breed- ing season approaches they are again seen in pairs for the propagation of their species. The Snipes, Plovers, and Rails all pair annually, with the exception of the Mcorhen and Coot when living in a semi-domesticated state. In the same manner the Buntings, Larks, many of the Finches, Warblers, all pair in their due season. All these birds’ nests, after once serving their pur-. pose, are abandoned for ever: a walk round the leafless hedges will confirm this. Will the frail little White- throat use yon abode again? or will yonder Chaffinches’ nest ever more harbour another brood? Will the Sand- piper return to the cavity which once contained her eggs? or the Skylark seek out her home inthe mea- PAIRING INSTINCT OF BIRDS. 5 dow grass again? These birds pair annually, and of course select each successive year a fresh situation for the birthplace of their young. In the third place, we will take that class of birds which never pair, or are polygamous. It is only in one division of our present classification that we can trace those of polygamous habits—in the first section of the Gallinaceous birds. In all birds which are polygamous the female alone is entrusted with all care of the eggs or young, and she, through a wise provision of Nature, is made equal to the emergency. The male shows little or no affection for them. From this I would infer that all birds of the Gallinaceous order, with few exceptions, are polygamous. I proceed now to give exceptions, which tend greatly to perplex and bewilder the observer in the study of this interesting subject. This matter presents very little uniformity in its arrangement. In the Gallina- ceous order of birds the first section are polygamous in their habits; but even to this the Red Grouse, for instance, forms an exception ; while the latter section of these birds, birds of the pigeon tribe, to wit, are decidedly monogamous in their habits. The House Sparrow returns to its nesting-site, and is thus at variance with its congeners of the same family. The tame Duck is polygamous; but observe its wild re- presentative, the Mallard, which separates into pairs for nidification. The Long-tailed Titmouse never returns to its beautiful abode, while the Blue Titmouse appears annually at its hole in the hollow tree. The Goatsucker annually pairs, while Swallows, Swifts, and Martins, I believe, remain united for life. The Rook I have once observed practising polygamous propensities, a fact per- haps never before recorded. Are those birds which pair for life gifted with a 6 RURAL BIRD STIPE. greater amount of affection than those which pair every season, and what ends are gained by such procedure? While those who pair every season, as soon as the young are sufficiently matured to take care of themselves, do the ties which previously united them together entirely cease, and for what reason? Is this peculiar instinct, call it affection if you will, wanting in polygamous birds, - and why? Is it because the presence of the males would probably, owing to their conspicuous colours, &c., lead to the destruction of their brood, were they to share the duties of incubation with the females? If this be so, we cannot but admire the peculiar instinct which exists within them, and instead of considering the male bird wanting in affection for his mate and offspring, by his very absence he contributes largely to their welfare. In many species of birds—notably the water birds—it is difficult to say under which of my first two divisions they fall. This subject, deeply pondered, only tends to show us upon what an intricate foundation the system of Nature is based; and, though apparently of but small moment, we may rest assured that the part it plays in the economy of the feathered race is no unimportant one. BRROTE CLIVE INSTINCT OF. BIRDS. i PROTECTIVE INSTINCT. OF BIRDS. Safety depends on vigilance. A PERSON frequently in the haunts of the feathered tribes during the nesting season, will not fail to observe the numerous artifices these creatures practise for the safety of their nests, eggs, or young; and though these little artifices are often of a varied nature, yet but one end is in view, and that the preservation of their treasure. But, it is naturally asked, What is the cawse of these peculiar motions, and what prompts the birds to practise them ? Instinct, not imitation, explains fully the cause, and instinct again explains the prompting power. If imita- tion were the theory on which they worked, all birds would practise these powers in the same manner as their parents did before them. But this is not so, for many, if not all birds, at some period of their existence, are called upon to exert their powers in a manner befitting and harmonising with surrounding circumstances. Can we, therefore, explain this power by anything save a protective instinct ?—an instinct which is as infallible as the great and mighty Power which causes the creature to manifest it. I would here, gentle reader, have thee to understand that none of the varied protective arts dis- played by birds in guarding their eggs or young are due to forethought. To credit the bird with this power would be to endow it with reason at once—a power found in 3 RURAL BIRD: LEPE. noble man alone. A bird has not the remotest idea that its nest will be plundered, or its young destroyed, but it has existing within it, and planted there through the agency of a subtle and powerful law, a certain power which we call ‘instinct, which it irresistibly displays in its own particular manner, without any knowledge of the good it is working for the protection and safety of its eggs and young; yet in such an effectual manner are these wiles displayed, as to keep up its species till time shall be no more, or Nature’s designing hand wills that its race shall cease to be. I intend dividing this peculiar instinct into six divi- sions, and will take them in the following order:— Firstly, colour; secondly, mimicry; thirdly, silence; fourthly, alluring motions; fifthly, pugnacious motions; and, sixthly, deceptive motions. Colour.—lIf we wish to observe examples of this pe- culiar instinct, we must stroll into the nesting-grounds of the Pheasant, for instance, and there we shall find that the female bird, with a mother’s watchful care, upon leaving her charge fora short time to recruit her failing strength with necessary food, covers her eggs with pieces of vege- tation strictly harmonising with the colour of the herbage around. ‘Thus, if her nest—or cavity, for a nest it can scarcely be called—in which her eggs are deposited is situated amongst a tangled mass of bracken, the bird will cover her eggs with the same material. Should her eggs be snugly ensconced in the shelter of a tuft of grass, materials harmonising in colour will be used to cover them during her temporary absence. When the bird is upon her charge, her own plumage so closely resem- bles the surroundings, that, trusting in these for safety, she remains faithful to it, until perhaps unwittingly trodden upon by an intruder.. Again, the Sand Grouse PROTECTIVE INSTINCT OF BIRDS. 9 are striking instances of this peculiar form of instinct. Their colours so harmonise with those of the arid waste on which they live, that when the birds are sitting upon their eggs discovery is almost impossible. The Red Grouse, when sitting, so closely resembles the moorland vegetation around, that the finding of her treasure is due more to accident than design ; and well does the parent bird know in what direction safety lies, and unerringly does she adhere to it. The Terns and most shore birds, impelled by the same protective instinct, deposit their eggs only upon those portions of the beach which display the same tints as they do. In this manner numerous in- stances might be brought forth as examples, but the remarks upon this somewhat lengthy subject must of necessity be brief. We will now, therefore, glance at the next division. Mimtcry.—Vhis peculiar form of instinct is closely allied to the preceding one, and if it were not for a few incidents peculiar only to this division, it would be dif- ficult to distinguish more than a slight difference between them. One of the first birds gifted with this instinct is - the gay little Chaffinch. Observe how closely she imi- tates the surroundings in the structure of her nest, how beautifully it is silvered over with lichen, if on the rugged branch of a tree covered with similar material. If inthe centre of a glossy evergreen, lichens are discarded, and bright shining green moss substituted in their place. If in the centre of a hawthorn, bedecked with fair and beautiful flowers, protective instinct impels her to gild her handiwork with small scraps of paper, so that, to a casual eye, the whole structure, imitating as it does the flowers around, appears a tangled mass of bloom. How artfuily does the Water Ouzel imitate the colcur of sutrounding objects) her nest being invariably placed 10 HOURAL BIRDLIFE. near a running stream, amongst the brightest moss, composed of similar materials; the dampness of the situation keeping them in all their verdant beauty, and thus concealing the nest of the bird, whose protective instinct lies in utilising them for her purpose. The beautiful nest of the Long-tailed Titmouse is again an instance of this protective instinct, and so is that of the Wren. The Robin also finds safety under its banner, and the delicately formed Gold-crest assimilates her nest to surrounding circumstances by weaving the branches of the fir amongst moss of the same colour, - the whole appearing to a careless eye nothing but a mass of foliage. And then how beautifully do the sombre greens of the little Dunnock’s nest contrast with the colours of the vernal year around. In all these cases how artfully and well the little architects use to the best advantage those materials which their unerring instinct leads them to make use of for the welfare of their young. | 3 Silence.—Perhaps many persons will scarcely com- prehend this peculiar form of. instinct, yet such a form does undoubtedly exist, and that too in many of our commonest birds. Take, for instance, the little Willow Warbler, and note carefully how she leaves her tem- porary home. Her nest being often ill concealed, silence is her forte and well does she practise it. Observe the garrulous little Whitethroat leave her nest, so silently threading her way from her treasure—so silently as to be seldom heard; and then, when at a safe distance from the neighbourhood of her abode, how joyously she gives forth notes of seeming defiance and alarm. How often does the silent protective instinct of the Dartford Warbler manifest itself, the bird when scared from its nest leaving it silently, and PROTECTIVE INSTINCT: OF. BIRDS. II going for a considerable distance under the surrounding vegetation ere it appears, by its silent motions thus lead- ing an inexperienced intruder far away from her treasured home. Again, how silently the Bunting leaves her charge, and what a deceptive little creature is the Grasshopper Warbler! I have often been deceived by their silent motions when in the neighbourhood of their nests. Silence, again, is the protective instinct of many of the Thrushes, some of them remaining faithful to their charge until compelled to leave it, and then as silently as pos- sible. But should the bird find her nest discovered quite accidentally, as many are, her instinct is not put in force, and the faithful parent flies quickly off, and anxiously watches the movements of the aggressor from her perch- ing-place near at hand. I have known many of these birds allow themselves to be touched by the hand, and remain silent, trying to the utmost their peculiar protective in- stinct for the welfare of their treasured eggs or young. The Pipits, again, employ silence for the safety of their nests, the nest being almost buried in the herbage around, and the watchful bird remaining silently upon her charge, observing with anxious eye the motions of the intruder till he retreats from her ‘castle,’ or perhaps almost treads upon the devoted parent and her house. When forced reluctantly to leave it, she does so as quietly as possible, and in most if not all cases this silent protective instinct is crowned with success and safety. If these birds were not gifted with this peculiar instinct, and left their nests in a precipitate manner, numbers of their eggs or young would be destroyed, which, however, through its agency, are brought up to maturity under its protective influences. Alluring motions.—I consider this peculiar form of protective instinct one of the most beautiful evidences of 12 RURAL BIRD LIFE. a“ an All-wise Providence. Where is the naturalist who, when he sees a bird practising its varied motions, does not admire the little actor, and if possessed of any feeling as beseemeth a true naturalist, leave her victorious, to attend to her domestic cares in peace? Although all these protective motions claim admiration from a lover of animated nature, yet the power now under notice is perhaps most readily manifest to a casual observer. Let us stroll down this sandy shore. Observe yon little Sandpiper which has just started up from our feet, endeavouring to make us concentrate all our attention upon herself. Fearlessly she reels and tumbles before us, while her mate from yonder group of rocks is encouraging her with notes of condolence. Why is she so anxious ? Her treasured eggs are on the sandy shore, and the little sand-bird is trying to the utmost those powers which an All-wise Providence leads her to manifest for the safety of her one and all-absorbing care. Now we will repair to the barren waste. Here the Lapwing, driven by -resistless impulse, will flutter with seemingly broken wings, now tumbling, now running, uttering her mournful cries, but in all these motions the watchful bird is endeavouring to lead us from her home on this dreary moor. Why is she so anxious? Disregard the motions of the watchful mother, and we shall probably find, after a scrutinising search, her eggs on some slight eminence, or her little ones nestling closely in the friendly shelter of the scanty herbage. The young themselves, even at this early age, manifest no slight degree of instinct for their self-preservation. These alluring motions are not confined to the female alone, for her mate, in another direction, is performing various aerial gyrations, which would lead an inexperienced person to believe that the PROTECTIVE INSTINCT OF BIRDS. 13 bird is circling over those treasures it is seeking to defend by so many artful and varied antics. Pugnactous motions-~These motions form one of the most decided and marked of all the divisions. With man, they almost if not entirely fail, but against their natural enemies this peculiar power is of effectual service. As a homely type of this protective instinct we will take the Missel-thrush. How admirably she defends her treasure from all predaceous animals, flying at them with such fury as to compel them to beat a hasty retreat from the neighbourhood of her home. Such is the impelling power of this instinct, that the birds, with only the safety of their nests in view, will attack, and come off victorious, even when matched against that little tyrant the Sparrow-hawk. Notice yon Mag- pie coming suspiciously near the nest of the Missel-thrush —bent upon plunder, it is evident. How craftily he approaches! Ah! the watchful parent Missel-thrush has descried him, and, with a note of defiance which echoes through the silent woods, she chases the intruder : her mate, too, on hearing her cries, appears upon the scene, and aids in repelling the would-be robber. The Magpie, crestfallen enough at the failure of his designs, is glad to beat a hasty retreat, and is no doubt thankful if he escapes with only the loss of a few feathers. The Ring Ousel employsthe same power for the protection of its nest, eggs, or young, and will even dash fearlessly into the face of a human intruder, uttering cries of mingled rage, defiance, anxiety, and alarm, should he approach her treasured nest and its priceless contents. Birds of prey also come under this division, and will even attack man himself when he approaches their nests. Instances are on record where the human aggressor came off second best in these encounters. The Raven 14 RURAL BIRD LIFE. and others of the Crow family find safety under this peculiar instinct, and woe betide the predaceous animal that is caught lurking in the neighbourhood of their abode. The Titmice are also included, and will, by hissing, biting, and other pugnacious actions, endeavour to repel the intruder from their eggs or young. Deceptive motions-—TVhe last division on which my remarks will bear is of frequent occurrence amongst the feathered tribes. Prominent amongst its followers is the Lark. Note how deceptively she repairs to her nest, by darting suddenly downwards into the herbage at some distance from it, proceeding the remainder of the way by running, thus baffling the searcher in discovering her abode. What a roundabout way the Winchat repairs - to her nest, occasionally darting downwards into the © thick grass. Surely that is the situation of the nest. But no! up flies the little bird, and, perched on some tall stem of herbage, looks warily around, and again silently alights in the friendly cover. ‘ Found at last!’ is our exclamation, and we rush hastily to the spot, but are somewhat crestfallen to find no nest and even no bird. How is this? Her protective instinct has been at work. Influenced by its unerring power, she has used these deceptive motions in regaining her nest, which is doubtless many yards away from the place of her final descent into the friendly cover. Then, again, the Rails manifest various deceptive motions in retiring from and regaining their nests. Who, also, has not observed wonderful instances of this protective power in the manner the Starling approaches her abode? In places where these birds are left unmolested no such power appears, but when the birds are far from the busy hum of cities, how warily they approach, and will not betray their nesting-hole even if thereby prevented from PROPECTAV EE: INSTINCYE OF , BIRDS. 15 visiting their nest. Our eyes are often diverted from the bird for a few moments, and the bird, taking ad- vantage of. this circumstance, silently enters the nesting cavity. These are a few instances of this peculiar instinct, but a careful observer will see in the habits of these feathered creatures innumerable instances of this and the other forms of protective instinct. From these remarks we may gain the following facts :—Birds depositing their eggs on bare situations in- variably use alluring motions as a protective power ; by those nesting in dense situations, silence is employed , predaceous birds as a rule employ pugnacious motions ; deceptive motions are displayed by birds whose nests are but little concealed ; while birds of a general habitat resort to colour and mimicry. It must also be remembered that birds only display their protective wiles under certain circumstances, and these circumstances exist when the birds see ample scope for the utilising of them. Thus, if a Sandpiper, rudely scared from her eggs, sees the intruder bending over them, she will not put in force her protective instinct, perceiving at once that the employment of it is vain, and she will utter a note of anguish and despair, and fly toa short distance, to watch the motions of the intruder. This also clearly proves that no imitating power exists within them, for if this were so, birds would always employ these powers, and under all circumstances. Many birds are also known to possess several of these forms of instinct, and use them as the emergencies of the case require. Thus the Lapwing or Snipe will ma- nifest a silent protective instinct in some cases, while in others alluring motions will be adopted. Therefore I have no hesitation in saying that all birds have doubtless been gifted with equal portions of this peculiar instinct, 16 j RURAL BIRD LIFE. ee Ee ee ee a ee eee and could, if circumstances required it, put in, force all their varied arts, but have, through the course of endless time, adopted those motions best suited to their wants and conditions of life. Thus has Nature bountifully supplied these feathered creatures with instinct sufficient to baffle, in most cases, their natural enemies—instinct which is so artfully put in force as to baffle even man himself, gifted as he is with noble reasoning powers, which enable him to be the superior and master of every other living creature. HABITS OF BIRDS. uy Se eee HABIDS OF BIRDS: He who pays attention to the various motions of the feathered tribes, at all seasons, will find that the habits of birds can be most readily studied in early morning and evening. For ’tis then these feathered creatures are the most active, sing the loudest and in the greatest numbers, and ’tis then they are much, very much, more full of life than at any other time of the day. Many birds, the Thrushes for instance, procure the greater part of their food at these times ; while others seldom leave their fastnesses except for a few hours in the morning and evening. In the following remarks, penned down at the time of observation, I intend showing a few of the actions of the feathered tribes at these, to the ornithologist, the most interesting times of the day. Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song Bursts from the groves. Gentle reader, I would request thee to let imagination captivate thee, and bear me company, this lovely morning in May, in a stroll amongst Nature's finest ornaments, the feathered tribes. We must set out long before the sun rises over yonder hills if we wish to notice the morning actions of the Robin, Wren, Thrushes, or other early birds. Just as the sky grows gray we hear the Rooks, the earliest moving birds, cawingisolemnly from the tops of the nesting-trees; a little later a Robin is C 18 RURAL BIRD LIFE. heard uttering a few sharp call notes ; the little Wren too is now on the move. A word in respect to the awaken- ing of birds. We are gravely told that those birds roosting in high situations rise the first, because the sun is seen sooner from their elevated roosting-place. But this is incorrect, for the Robin, Wren, and Thrush, roosting in a lowly shrub, rise just as soon from their slumbers as the Rook, perched some fifty feet above them in the towering elm, and long before the sun is visible from the highest tree in the vicinity. Another, I believe a French naturalist, tells us that the Lark is a sluggard. Let him come hither and behold this charming little songster rise from its lowly bed with the first glimmer of sunrise in the eastern sky. Methinks our forefathers of old, or even the village swain of the present day, could have given this grave scientist a lesson in this simple matter. After close attention to this special habit in the feathered tribe, I am able to inform thee, gentle reader, that birds awake with but little approach to regularity, and probably thy first ramble will be quite at variance with thy second, although they be taken but a few days apart. The Carrion Crow and Rook are probably the first birds astir: Thrushes follow them closely. The Cuckoo, too, is a very early riser ; so are the Lark and sylvan birds ; while Finches as a rule rise late in com- parison to their above-mentioned congeners. However, as soon as the first bird is heard to move, the other members of the feathered race are heard in rapid suc- cession, and I am often in my rambles, especially in the vernal year, greatly puzzled as to which of my little favourites was the first to greet me with its notes. But to return to our ramble. A warm glimmer appears in the sky, ’tis the har- binger of the glorious sun, and the Song-thrush and HABITS OF BIRDS. 19 Blackbird leave the dense shelter of the evergreen and mount the tallest branches, to greet the rising orb with a flood of gushing music. The Robin and Wren have now commenced their lay; the former from yonder thorn, and the latter from the concealment of the dense and lowly bramble. The Cuckoo utters his name from the blasted top of a majestic oak, for an early riser is this bird of spring. As we stroll over this field of clover the Lark springs up from its dewy bed, and, shaking the moisture from its plumage, soars on quivering wing into the azure vault of heaven, now glowing as if with gold from the rays of the rising sun. Cheerily he sings on ever-moving pinions ; upwards he soars until he appears but a speck, yet his melody is heard, beautiful in its faintness, een though the bird be lost in the morning mist as it rises and creeps slowly along the valley. The welcome twittering of the Swallows is now heard, and these charming little creatures flit by us, their plumage glowing with pristine gloss in the morning sunlight. Their morning meal they are seeking, and a bountiful one they find over yonder calm and lucid pool. Arguta lacus circumvolitavit hirundo. Gay little Chaffinches greet us as we approach the hedgerows, and the Bunting from his perch on yonder fence utters his enlivening though somewhat monotonous notes. On the decayed branch of this ash sits the sprightly Tree Pipit: ever and anon he launches himself into the air for a short distance, singing as he goes, and then with his fwee, twee, twee, twee, returns to his elevated perch. The plaintive notes of the Willow Warbler, the dulcet symphonies of the Blackcap, and the garrulous warblings of the little Whitethroat are heard in all directions. The Flycatcher is seeking his morning C2 20 RORAL, BYRD LIFE: meal, and, judging from the clouds of insects hovering near him, his wants will speedily be supplied. As we stroll down this narrow lane the Redstart flits before us from bush to bush, uttering his wrenlike song, while the Wagtail greets us with his call notes as we cross the murmuring rivulet. We now enter a coppice, and the Stormcock flies round us with grating cries: her home is here, and she is seeking to defend it. Now in our re- turn journey we see a pair of Magpies, and hear the dis- cordant call of the Jay ; whilein yonder grass field near the shrubbery numbers of Thrushes are seen searching for worms and slugs. Observe them closely, and we find the Blackbird elevates the tail upon alighting, while the Song-thrush is never seen to do so. All look warily around before feeding, and upon the slightest alarm fly rapidly off into the shelter of the evergreens. The Rooks are now feeding, and obtaining food for their sit- ting mates or helpless young, in the pastures. Starlings in their company are keeping up a noisy concert, many of the males on the surrounding tree-tops warbling their varied notes, with shaking quivering wings. The sun is now well up in the heavens, and all birds are singing their loudest. First come the noble family of Thrushes, represented by the dulcet Blackbird and varied Thrush ; the delicate sylvan songsters give forth their plaintive notes ; while the Finches in all directions help to swell the lovely concert—a concert in which, without close attention, the songs of the many actors cannot be traced. Amongst such a sea of melody we are apt to ponder over the cause of it; but it defies our every effort, and we are obliged to rest content with listening to it and enjoying its sweetness. The Corncrake is calling from the meadow, and the late-rising Sparrows cluster round the barns and ricks to seek their morning sustenance. AABITS OF BIRDS. 21 On the bosom of the still waters the Moorhens and Coots plash about right heartily, and the Heron on one leg appears in silent moody contemplation. As the sun advances the birds cease their music and retire, and such a delightful concert of bird music will not again be heard until the sun has performed his daily tour through the flaming zodiac, and arises once more in the eastern heavens to usher in a future day. In the evening, how- ever, the actions of the feathered tribes are ever full of interest. The waning sun behoves us to set forth. The objects of our quest betray their whereabouts by their music, and although these little songsters have been heard in small numbers throughout the day, still all now sing their lovely evening notes. This noble shrubbery pre- sents us with a great number of the little sons of Orpheus. The Thrushes, from their powerful notes, come first be- fore our notice. In yonder stately sycamore, just don- ning its golden leaves, the Blackbird is pouring forth his notes ; another on a lowly wall is assisting in the con- cert. Song-thrushes from every tree are giving forth their varied tones. As we pause for a few moments under this widespreading yew, Cock-Robin hops daintily on to a neighbouring bough and greets us with a song; while down below him in the tangled ravine the Wren gives forth his rambling notes. Our little friends the Chaffinches, with their congener the Greenfinch, are heard singing their loudest; and the graceful Willow Warbler in his journey over the forest trees in search of insect food occasionally pauses to utter his plaintive song. The active little blue Titmice in every conceiv- able attitude are searching for their evening meal; while in the distance the bell-like notes of the Ox-eye are heard ringing on the evening air. Inthe grass fields 22 RURAL BIRD LIFE, we find numerous Thrushes searching for food: the greater part of these birds have not been out of their haunts since we saw them retire in the morning. A flock of Starlings, too, is busily employed feeding. If we disturb them, they all rise together and make for the top- most branches of the neighbouring trees, and there com- mence a noisy clamour, the male birds giving forth their delightful warbling notes. The Rooks are seen flying backwards and forwards from the distant feeding ground to the rookery with food for their mates or young: they continue these operations till dusk. Far off in the dis- tant meadow we hear the Landrail, who but seldom calls during the heat of the day. There, too, we hear the Skylark singing his evening melody previous to alight- ing in the grassy sward for the night ; while deep in the recesses of the wood we hear the harsh cries of the Jay and Magpie, the discordant crow of the male Pheasant, as he marshals his harem around him, and the soft cooing of the Ringdove; for be it known all these birds are very vociferous at night’s gloomy approach. Perhaps the most interesting feature in the nightly motions of the feathered tribe is their retiring to roost. Amongst the earliest retiring birds are the Chaffinch and Greenfinch, for just as the sun disappears these birds seek the shelter of the yew or holly as a roosting-place. The Willow Warbler sings well into the twilight, as also do the Thrushes, Wrens, and Robins: the latter bird, by the way, we shall hear long after twilight has merged into night. All birds, or nearly all, just prior to roosting, become very vociferous. We hear the startling call of the Blackbird ; there the Starlings in noisy concert are settling over their roosting-place ; yonder the Titmouse is flitting hither and thither in search of a safe retreat. Down the hedgerows the Sparrow-hawk is coursing in FABITS: OF (BIRDS, 23 Ee search of some unlucky Finch that has lingered after his companions have sought repose. The female Rooks are upon their nests, their partners perched close at hand, the birds occasionally uttering a hoarse caw, or the young birds their more feeble notes. The night mist hangs low in the valley, and the Bat leaves his gloomy retreat and courses through the air in search of his meal. The wailing call of the Lapwing from the pasture, or the screech of the Owl is heard, proclaiming that the night birds are about to usher forth ; yet still the Robin anda solitary Thrush are heard to sing a few last notes. ‘The gloom is fast hastening into night, and ere long a solerfin stillness reigns, only broken by the cries, start- ling and strange, of the birds or beasts of night. . . the restless day Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep. All diurnal birds have retired to rest—a rest how- ever but of a few short hours’ duration, for ere long bird life with its ups and downs, cares and anxieties, will be once again in full vigour. . The above remarks apply to an inland pastoral dis- trict, and he who roams in the haunts of the feathered tribes in the morning and evening hours, be his rambles on the sea coast, lonely moor, forest, swamp, or plain, will not fail to find his stroll abounding with the interest- ing habits, many probably unknown before, of these feathered creatures. My aim in giving thee, gentle reader, this brief and hasty sketch of bird life, is in the hope that if thou hast not yet visited the haunts of birds at these times thou wilt be led to do so; for no matter under what circumstances thou art placed, thou wilt not fail to find abundant sources of pleasure and profit by so doing. THE SONG-THRUSH. IN the shrubberies, the wouds, and, in summer, the fields and the hedgerows, in fact, wherever we find the Blackbird, we may pretty well rest assured of finding the Song-thrush too. The haunt of the Song-thrush, par excellence, however, is amongst the bright and glossy foliage of the evergreens. There they delight to hide, although not so shy and retiring as the Blackbird ; there they build their nests in greatest numbers, amongst the perennial foliage, and there they draw at nightfall to repose in warmth and safety. Like the Blackbird, the Song-thrush is not a gre- garious species, nor can it be justly called a social one, for it is rarely we see more than a pair together save at feeding time. Then, however, they are drawn together by one common object, and once that object attained they retire to their life of solitude again. You can best observe the actions of the Song-thrush at feeding time, —— <=. LH: SONG-TARUSH. 25 which takes place, as a rule, in the morning and evening hours. Your wish will the better be gratified if a light shower of rain has previously fallen. You see the Song- thrushes leave their haunts on. by one, and, alighting on the grass, look warily around for a moment, but de not elevate the tail, like the Blackbird, before commencing their search for food. Hopping hither and thither, they pick-up. the worms, Slugs, and. grubs, or ‘seize a passing insect ; when satisfied, returning into their leafy haunt solitary as they came. Berries also are eaten in considerable numbers, both in the autumn and early spring months of the year. Wild fruits, as blackberries and raspberries, are eaten, and the fruit gardens near their haunts are often visited. The Song-thrush is also a large feeder on those snails whose pretty shells occur in almost every hedgerow. Capturing the snail, the Thrush conveys it, shell and all, to some convenient stone, where he dexterously breaks open the shell by dashing it against it, and feeds upon the animal within. I have often seen the remnants of a score or more of these shells strewed round some large stone, silently speaking of the Thrush’s usefulness. The Song-thrush also obtains much of its food amongst the withered leaves and marshy places of the woods and shrubberies which it frequents. In the autumn months we find the Song-thrush in abundance on the cabbage beds near its haunts, feeding upon the snails and slugs which frequent that vegetable. In the moulting season this bird is still more retiring in its disposition, as if fully aware of its helplessness while undergoing its annual change of plumage. The Song-thrush sings very early in the year, his rich and varied notes being heard early in February, from which time he warbles incessantly up to the 26 RURAL BIRDELIPE, moulting season in July, at which time, by the way, the young of the year are heard making attempts at song. We have not a bird in Britain possessing a more varied melody than the Song-thrush. His notes may be said to be almost endless in variety, each note seemingly uttered at the caprice of the bird, without any percep- tible approach to order. I have often, when listening to his charming song, noted down as many of these varia- tions as I could detect, and the result has surprised me. I on one occasion recorded the variations as the bird was warbling from the summit of a stately ash, and obtained tem variations in one of the snatches of his song. The Song-thrush warbles throughout the day, but morning and evening are the times he sings in largest numbers. I have known one of these birds sing incessantly in all his varied splendour for five hours in the morning, without once quitting his perching-place. It is a plea- sure indescribable to listen to the vernal song of the Thrush. In the early morning, when the first streak of dawn appears glimmering over the eastern horizon, and surrounding objects are beginning to assume a more decided outline against the gray morning sky, we first hear a few notes, as if the bird, like a skilful musician previous to his performance, were tuning his lyre. Gradually it swells into a lovely song, and is carried for half a mile or more along the valley by the gentle zephyrs of early morn. Shortly we hear another from a neighbouring tree; another and another are heard in rapid succession, as the day spreads, widely around ; and finally the air seems laden with their joyous notes, now intermingled with the charming song of the Robin and Wren, and the rich and flutelike tones of the Blackbird. There is no monotony in the notes of the Song-thrush, they are for ever on the change ; and when THE SONG-THRUSH. 27 we hear a dozen or more in one small shrubbery, singing their best, the effect is lovely in the extreme, and totally beyond the art of the most graphic pen to describe. ,In the evening, too, they Just as numerous, and sing equally as well; every tree-top has its Thrush, pouring forth a requiem to the parting day, and the still evening air resounds with their melody. We also often hear them singing their loudest under a star-spangled sky, or greeting the rising moon with notes of gushing sweetness. The Song-thrush pairs in the latter end of February, sometimes earlier, although the nest is seldom found before the first or second week in March. Even then numbers of the nests finished, or in course of completion, are abandoned if severe weather occurs. The site of the Song-thrush’s nest is a varied one. We invariably find the first nests of this bird amongst the perennial branches of the evergreen ; but as the year rolls on, and’ other trees and shrubs assume their leafy covering, they in turn are used. The whitethorn hedge is a favourite place ; so too is the bottom of the hazel hedgerows ; while we not unfrequently see it far up the branches of the stately trees,and amongst the ivy growing up their trunks. The nest of the Song-thrush generally takes upwards of a week to complete, yet when hard pressed it can be done in a much shorter time; witness the following instance, among several, coming under my own obser- vation. I found a nest of the Song-thrush in a small yew bush, and in a very exposed situation, which I removed. Three days afterwards I again visited the place, and was surprised to find that the birds had almost completed a fresh nest. I removed this also, and visited the place the following day, when I was still further surprised to find that the little songsters had almost completed a third nest, so attached were the 28 RURAL, BIRD LIFE. little architects to their somewhat ill-chosen site. This structure, however, was removed like the former ones, and on the evening of the following day a fourth nest was there, and the bird upon it, putting the finishing touches, and an egg was laid the following day, for I could not find it in my heart to remove this, their fourth piece of handiwork. _I may add that all the nests were excellently made. Many erroneous opinions are held as to the materials with which this bird lines its nest. Some affirm that cow-dung is the material used; others, that clay and mud form the lining. Let us closely watch a Song- thrush when building her nest: we will suppose the site is already chosen. In the first place a nest of dry grass, straw, and a little moss, is made as the foundation for future operations ; and then with wet mud or clay she proceeds to line her handiwork. But this is not all. When this first lining is still in a soft state, the bird repairs tosome decayed wood in the vicinity—old fences, roots of trees, or dead branches, answer the purpose, it matters not which—and after obtaining a small quantity, returns to the nest and commencesa second lining. How does she moisten the wood for her purpose? Not with her saliva; for with admirable instinct she seeks wood already saturated with moisture, or, provided none can be found in that condition, which very rarely occurs, she mioistens it in the nearest water. The selected pieces of wood speedily become tunnelled by the repeated visits of the bird, and in fact by all the other Song-thrushes in the vicinity who are about to set up housekeeping. A stroll in the nesting season through the localities favoured by the presence of these charming songsters will reveal quantities of decayed logs bearing the marks of their repeated visits. But toreturn. The bird speedily THE SONG-THRUSH. 29 lines her nest a second time, making it smooth and rounded as any specimen of the potter’s art, and then leaves it for probably a day or so to dry, ere the eggs are deposited. The eggs of the Song-thrush are very beautiful objects. They are deep greenish-blue (by the way, a difficult colour to describe), spotted with small deep brown spots, and four or five in number. You sometimes find eggs of the Song-thrush richly blotched with reddish-brown and light purple; others are pure and spotless. The eggs of the Song-thrush are also subject to no small degree of variation in size, the largest and finest eggs being laid by the more matured birds. Silence is the protective power, as a rule, employed by the Song-thrush, although pugnacious motions are some- times, though rarely, employed. The notes of the sitting bird, when scared from the nest, are almost as harsh as those of the Stormcock. Both birds sit upon the eggs and young, and tend their young for a short time after they quit the ne-t for ever. All birds, I am convinced, understand the notes of their congeners when in distress or menaced by danger. Notice how, when you have unwittingly. disturbed a brood of young Song-thrushes, for instance, the harsh and distressful cries of the parent birds draw other birds to the vicinity of the tumult, undoubtedly drawn thither by feelings of sympathy, or for the purpose of uniting to repel the advances of the oppressor The Song-thrush rears two broods in the year at least. Here the Song-thrush is a decidedly migratory bird. They leave us, with one or two solitary exceptions, by the early part of November's foggy month. Their numbers decrease about the Redwing’s arrival, and go on doing so until the middle of November, with the above result. Inthe shrubberies where they formerly abounded 30 RURAL BIRD LIFE. now (November) but one or two are seen, and the hedge- rows are entirely deserted, and their harsh grating call notes no longer disturb the air at eventide. Where the birds retire to, is to me a mystery ; but by the latter end of January or first week in February, when the first signs of approaching spring abound on every side, the Song-thrushes are back again in their old haunts. I am of opinion they migrate, like the Redwing, during the night, for one day they are absent, and the next their mellow notes fill the air around with gladness. I have now for several years been struck with this peculiar habit of the Song-thrush, and the Blackbird too, and paid particular attention to the same, but I am, as yet, totally unable to say what causes these movements. TE MIS SEL-THRUSH. 31 THE MISSEL-THRUSGZ. THIS noble frequenter of our woods and fields is known by many as the ‘Stormcock, a name acquired by the bird warbling his lay in the wildest months of the year. How diversified and everchanging are the habits and motions of the feathered tribe! and most particu- larly their song. Some birds, as the Robin, Wren, and Dunnock, sing all the year through ; while others, as the Chaffinch and Bunting, sing but for a short six months every season ; while again the Song-thrush and Lark will warble a few strains at intervals on some calm and genial winter’s day, in addition to their spring and summer melody ; while yet again the Missel-thrush, by Nature's mandates commanded, sings throughout the winter, drops his lay in April, but regains it in all its power in early autumn, to continue till the sun has com- menced his journey to the northern tropic. Thus we find that the Missel-thrush is invariably silent at a time when all his congeners are filling the grove with their melody. His song resembles in some of its tones that of the Song-thrush and Blackbird, but it possesses a peculiar loudness, and wild variation strictly its own, and may, by one who pays attention to the songs of birds, be instantly recognised from the notes of any other British songster. Like the notes of the Ring Ousel, it is somewhat monotonous. I have heard this bird pouring out his wild notes before actual daylight, in the middle 32 RURAL BIRD TIPE. of the short winter’s day, and when the sun has been sinking behind the western hills in tints of the finest lustre. How pleasantly his notes greet the ear amid the shrieking of the wind and the driving snow, or when in a calm and lucid interval of genial weather we hear him sing, if possible, more richly than before. His song re- minds us of a coming season when the now dreary land- scape will be clothed in a blooming garb befitting the vernal year—of the sung of the Blackbird and Thrush combined with that of the Lark, and other host of tune- ful throats which usher in that lovely season. Should you disturb the Missel-thrush when singing he usually drops silently down and awaits your departure, though sometimes he merely retires to a neighbouring tree and warbles as sweetly as before. You will also find that you can approach him much closer when he is singing than at any other time, save in the breeding season, a fact, by the way, found in all or nearly all singing birds. The call notes, or alarm notes, of the Missel-thrush are extremely harsh and discordant. You may form a pretty correct idea of them in the same manner as you would imitate the Landrail’s call. The Missel-thrush, as a rule, flies much higher through the heavens than the Thrush or B'ackbird. They are also capable of flying with great rapidity, and also have considerable command over themselves in the air: witness their motions round the head of an intruder when in the neighbourhood of their nest. The Missel- thrush is a decided inhabitant of trees and shrubs, save when in search of food, which for eight months in the year is found chiefly on the ground, except in fruit time. The remaining four months he is for the most part a berry feeder, though, if the weather be mild and open, we find him on the grass land in company with his congeners. THE MISSEL-THRUSH. 33 You will also find in studying the economy of the Missel- thrush that he is never seen to skulk and hide under the evergreens and lowly shrubs, but is generally found amongst the higher branches, shy and vigilant at ali times, and taking wing the instant he is alarmed. From what I have observed, the Missel-thrush pairs somewhere about the first week in February, and at that season the birds are very pugnacious. I was once a witness to one of these combats between two males: a female was in their company. After much discordant language, harsh blows, and not a few warlike motions, one of the birds was evidently vanquished, and retired to a tree close at hand. ‘The now victorious male went off in another direction, in company with the female, and I have no doubt a union was formed between them. These birds frequent the locality of their nest weeks before a twig is laid in furtherance of it. Every day the observer may hear their harsh cries and the lovely notes of the male in one locality, and he may rest assured, if he does not molest them, that there their nest will be. Another noteworthy habit of this bird, in common with many other species, is its singularly trustful disposition in the breeding season; yet at all other times of the year he is one of the most difficult birds to approach, and shuns, except in fruit time and the keenest weather, man’s habitation with scrupulous care. Missel-thrushes commence building early in March, and their eggs often suffer from the inclement weather which not unfrequently occurs at that season. I have found many nests of this bird forsaken, though the full complement of eggs was deposited, the nests being filled with snow, and the eggs frozen hard as stones. Almost every forest tree is destined to contain the nest of the Missel-thrush. We find it in the yew shrubs, a few feet D 34 RURAL BIRD LIFE. from the ground; in the lowly hawthorn; the alder bordering the stream ; sometimes in the ash, sixty feet above the ground ; more rarely in the beech ; while very often the towering oak and silver birch are selected. We also find it-in every species of fruit tree; and what I have noticed as very singular is, that though the nest is often very conspicuous, it is often overlooked until the eggs are hatched, or the young have left their birthplace forever. Missel-thrushes will sometimes build their nests very close together; I on one occasion counted four of their nests a few yards apart in the secluded corner of a swampy wood. The nest is placed in some convenient fork, often built on a branch growing at right angles to the trunk, and but very rarely constructed amongst the more slender twigs. JI on one occasion found a nest belonging to this species in a large yew shrub: the nest _ was placed at the end of one of the slender branches, five feet from the ground, and was but very slightly secured: it contained four eggs. In my opinion the nest of this bird is but very rarely found in these situations. It is composed of a few twigs, ccarse grass, sometimes growing chickweed, mixed with large masses of wool, cemented with mud, and lined with a very thick lining of the finest grass. Some nests are com- posed externally of a species of moss which grows in swamps, and when dry is a greenish-white colour. This when skilfully woven with the slender twigs of the birch, and placed in that lovely sylvan tree, forms one of the most beautiful specimens of bird architecture. I have knawn this bird use ivy leaves for the outside of its nest, which was placed in a hawthorn tree just bursting into leaf. Of all the birds which have come before my notice, perhaps none deposit more regularly the same number of eggs. I have examined scores of THE MISSEL-THRUSH. 35 the nests of this bird, and found the eggs in all stages of development, yet not in one single solitary instance have I found the eggs of this bird to exceed four in number : the eggs of the Missel-thrush, therefore, I should say but rarely exceed this number. They vary con- siderably in shape, size, and markings ; some specimens are pear-shaped, others almost round, and great dis- parity of size may be often noted in the eggs of the same nest. Some eggs are bluish-green in ground colour, with a zone of purple and reddish-brown spots ; others have a much deeper ground colour, mottled all over with light and dark brown and purple blotches ; in others the colouring matter is collected on the larger end. I have found eggs:of this bird not sat upon in June, and known the young able te fly by the latter end of April: from this I would infer that two broods are reared in the year. You can seldom examine the nest of the Missel-thrush in quietness, save when but cne or two eggs are deposited, for when the full complement is laid, and the birds commence to sit, they seem priceless to them As they approach maturity they are still more anxious, and when their young are depending upon them for safety and sustenance, the old birds care but little for their own security, and with harsh cries and pugnacious motions endeavour to drive away all in- truders. Pugnacious motions are the protective wiles this bird displays, and when you approach their nests the old birds fly round your head, uttering their grating cries, and endeavour by their boldness to drive you away. Magpies and Jays, and even the Sparrow-hawk, fare but badly-if the Missel-thrushes attack them in defence of their eggs or young. Those persons who would have us believe that the song of the male bird is given forth to cheer his sitting mate, must certainly find D2 36 RURAL BIRD LIPE: an exception in the Missel-thrush, for on no account do you hear his tuneful lay cheering his sitting mate, and the incubation is performed in silence, a fact perhaps not observable in any other British songster. The popular belief that Missel-thrushes drive all birds away from the neighbourhood of their nest, and rear their young apart from the company of their kindred, ought to be received with explanation. I have often found the nests of the Greenfinch, Chaffinch, Magpie, Wren, Thrush, Ring Ousel, and Blackbird, within a few yards of the nest of the Missel-thrush ; all living peace- fully together, and each performing its domestic duties in company. I have seen the nest of the Missel-thrush in the branches of a tall mountain ash: the nest con- tained four eggs. Ina small hole in the trunk a Redstart was sitting upon her eggs, while in a recess amongst the roots of the tree a Wren was building her cave-like home, and a Magpie was also engaged in like manner amongst the branches of a wide-spreading oak close by. But, gentle reader, mistake not these remarks, I pray thee. If the nest of the Missel-thrush is menaced by any pre- datory bird—by the way quite a different matter—the parent bird will strive to repel its approaches, as will most birds, more or less, when placed in similar cir- cumstances ; and these pugnacious motions are un- doubtedly the cause of this erroneous and misleading statement. Where birds are closely observed the utmost harmony is found to exist between them, when employed in bringing up their young. Although their nests be but a few feet apart, each performs its allotted task in a manner harmonising with the instincts with which Nature has endowed it. In the early autumn months the Missel-thrush con- gregates into little parties, and by the latter end of LE MISSEL-THRUSH. 37 September we see them in considerable flccks. But as the year begins to wane and the sun enters the southern tropic, these birds, from at present an unknown cause, again separate, and are seen solitary or in little parties. They are very wild at this particular season, probably more so than at any other time of the year. They frequent the turnip lands and newly-ploughed lands at this time, feeding on the insects and worms, and seek- ing the grass land for slugs, taking wing the instant danger threatens, flying from tree to tree, uttering their. harsh and grating cries both when at rest and when fly- ing through the air. In the winter months Missel- thrushes congregate tosome extent with the Fieldfares, and roam about from one place to another in search of food. It is seldom now they come near man’s habitation save when hard pressed for food: then, however, we see them on the hawthorn trees, or regaling themselves upon the berries of the service tree. A word as to the Missel-thrush feeding on the berries of the mistletoe. Popular opinion regards this waxen berry as the staple food of the ‘Stormcock,’ but as far as my own observations extend I consider that such is not the case. Here the mistletoe grows in abundance on the poplar trees, and the ‘Stormcocks’ abound in all directions, yet I never see them feeding on the berries, nor can I find traces of them in the stomachs of the pds. ~Eiemce; i am léd to. believe that the berry is not sought after so closely as is generally supposed. Hawthorn berries, and the fruit of the service trees, seem to be preferred; and he who would wish to en- courage this noble bird, and have his domain enlivened in the winter months by his wild and powerful notes, will do well to cultivate these trees. .When I see the mountain ash and service tree expanding their lovely 38 RURAL BIRD LIFE. bunches of bloom, and the hawthorn assuming its snow- white flowers under the soothing influence of the vernal sun, I know that these flowers are the future fruit that will feed the ‘Stormcock’ and his congeners when their other food is wanting; and I pause for a moment to admire these graceful daughters of Sylva, and reflect how beautifully every animate and inanimate object of the creation performs its allotted task ina manner bene- ficial to the great Commonwealth of Nature. THE REDWING AND FIELDFARE. WIIEN the mournful winds of autumn sigh through the semi-denuded branches, and the leaves of the trees are falling all around, as One by one they wander through The Indian summer's hazy blue, and the first blasts from the north arrive, the Redwings, in flocks, are in their van. Already winter has com- menced his dreary sway in their far northern home, and they must fly before him to those lands where his powers, though of no mean order, can yet be tolerated by these delightful songsters. Thus, as October’s nut-brown month is waning, the Redwing arrives here to spend his winter. Redwings, in my opinion, perform their migra- tions under the cover of night, and at this season of the 4v RURAL. BIRD LIFE. aU eager aioe ALN RS EIN ol Nes Se Lot Te year I often hear on some clear and starlight night the yelping cries of the Redwings winning their way through the still starlit air far above me in the trackless heavens. The Redwing arrives in this country much sooner than the Fieldfare, though both these birds inhabit the same northern latitudes. This is owing to the Red- wing being more sensitive to cold than the Fieldfare, and numbers of these ‘Swedish nightingales’ perish from cold in a hard winter : food, too, is another cause for this early migration. You can instantly tell the Redwing from any other of the Thrush family by its small size, the abundance of white on the under parts, and the yellowish white streak of plumage over the eye. Upon their arri- val we find the Redwing a very shy and wary bird, but in a few weeks’ time much of this wariness disappears, and they become one of the most trustful members of this charming family of choristers.. We find the Redwing delights in the more cultivated parts of the country, fre- quenting well-wooded parks, and pleasure and pasture grounds. Redwings are perhaps more nocturnal in their habits than any other British Thrush. As I wander over the pastures when the shadows of night are falling, I often disturb these late-feeding birds, and their now dusky formsflit by me, and their peculiar cries disturb the evening air as they fly rapidly off to their roosting-place. The trustful familiarity of these birds is sometimes very marked, notably so in keen weather. It is a pleasing sight to watcha flock of Redwings when searching the grass land for food. How nimbly they hop amongst the frosted grass, ever in motion, occasionally taking short flights or starting up to look warily around. If alarmed, they fly off in small parties and take refuge on the top- most branches of the neighbouring trees, and then when THE REDWING AND FIELDFARE. 41 the danger has subsided leaving their elevated perching- places in the same manner. First one will fly boldly down, others follow, and so on until the whole flock are again engaged in obtaining food. We often see, how- ever, one or two birds perched in the trees close to which the flock is feeding. These do duty as sentinels, and give forth alarm notes on the approach of danger. These signals are heard by the feeding birds below, who in- stantly take wing, very often to the mortification of the wandering gunner, who tries in vain to discharge his piece at the harmless creatures. The partiality of the Redwing for animal substances is no doubt the primary cause of their permanent resid- dence in one neighbourhood throughout their sojourn in this country. In the winter months the land frequented by them is very often like one huge sponge, teeming with abundant food, and on which they are always found. This bird is not near so much a berry-feeder as is currently supposed. Upon their arrival we find them, it is true, regaling themselves on the fruits of the haw- thorn and service tree, but this only occurs for a few weeks after their arrival, and I then see them for the most part obtaining worms on the grass land, and only returning to the berry-bearing trees and shrubs when the ground is frozen hard as adamant. I know not whether the song of this bird is fre- quently heard in the winter months, but with me it is certainly of the rarest occurrence. I have given the birds my closest attention with regard to this matter, but their song has only once greeted my ear. One of those sunny days in December, when everything around almost put me in mind of the coming spring—the Robin chanting his delightful notes far up in the naked branches, and the little Wren pouring forth his jerking 42 RURAL ‘BIRD LIFE, song from the undergrowth : a number of redwings, too, were feeding on the surrounding grass fields, when one of their number flew from the rest, and perched on a lowly hawthorn tree, some ten yards away, and com- menced singing. I can only compare the notes of the Redwing to a mixture of Song-thrush and Blackcap melody, the whole being given forth in one long warb- ling strain, varied by several harsh and guttural notes. Well does the Redwing merit the title of ‘Swedish night- ingale, a title bestowed upon it by the great and illustrious Linnzeus ; for still more beautiful must be his song when inspired by love—still more charming will its tones appear when given forth amongst the pine-clad hills of his far northern home. He continued singing for a few moments, when an unlucky movement on my part sent him hastily away to the company of his kin- dred on the adjoining meadows. Few birds possess such a variety of call notes as the Redwing. A musical one, something like the call note of the Skylark, is uttered when the birds are passing through the air; their alarm notes are a yelping cry; and when settling down to rest, harsh cries like those of the Stormcock, only a trifle more musical, and low squealing notes, varied with peculiar guttural ones, are uttered. I have paid great attention to these birds just prior to their departure to the north, and examined carefully their haunts weeks after they have vacated them, but have never yet found any of them tarry here to breed. Redwings are strictly gregarious, they feed together, fly together, roost together, and I am told, for of their nest- ing habits I am totally unacquainted, that in companies they build their nests. Certain it is that none remain to breed near here. Should the reader have the good fortune to discover the nest he will at once identify it ; 7 ; , THE REDWING AND FIELDFARE. 43 for its nest is lined with the finer grasses, like the Black- bird’s, and the eggs, judging from one in my possession, taken in Sweden, very closely resemble the eggs of that bird, but are, of course, very much smaller. Redwings are found in the same locality year after year, and nightly seek the same place for repose ; and often do I take shelter under the yew tree’s dense and impenetrable foliage for the purpose of seeing them retire to rest. Early in the evening a few of the birds are seen on the neighbouring trees, but as the evening is emerging into night, and the moon assumes her borrowed light, the birds come in flocks from the pastures, their wings rustling in the still evening air, and their call and alarm notes fill the air around with tumult. Down they settle on the tallest underwood ; yelp, yelp, is heard in all directions, and one by one I see them seek their roosting-place. Numbers retire to the ivy, others to the yew, while many seek the holly’s glossy sprays for their purpose. Now one flutters hastily into the bush under which I am standing, but noticing man’s baneful presence, he flies quickly off to more suitable quarters. As the stars shine out one by one, solemn stillness reigns around, occasionally broken by. the fluttering of some benighted songster; but these sounds cease at last, and I know that just around me some two hundred members of the feathered race are lulled in tranquil sleep in the bosom of the warm and friendly evergreen. In the latter end of March the Redwings visibly decrease in numbers, and as the month of April approaches they have left us in still larger numbers for the north. Flock succeeds flock, and before the middle of April arrives, they are probably in safety on the far northern shores of Norway. A4 RURAL BIRD LIFE. ———————— The secord of these little wanderers arrives here much later in the season than its aforementioned con- gener. November's blasts have stripped the forest trees of their covering, and the evergreens stand out promi- nent in all the splendour of their glossy garb, ere we see the Fieldfares winging their way through the heavens. Like the Redwing, the Fieldfare, in my opinion, migrates in the night ; for not a single bird will be seen one day, while the next, long before sunrise, they are observed in incredible numbers. I have but small doubt that the Missel-thrush is often taken for the Fieldfare, but their cry may instantly inform the one well versed in the notes of the feathered tribes. It is much more harsh and guttural than either the Missel-thrush or Song- thrush; besides, the Fieldfares fly in large flocks, an. act never observed in the economy of the Song-thrush, and only in the autumn months in the case of the Missel- thrush. The Fieldfare is of a far more decided wander- ing disposition than the Redwing, and this is obvious when we reflect that the bird is, when residing with us for the most part a berry-feeder. Once arrived in a dis- trict abounding with their favourite food (berries), and they remain until all is consumed. He who would wish to encourage the Ficldfares around him should pay special care to the cultivation of his evergreens, and plant with unsparing hand* the mountain ash, service tree, and hawthorn, in all parts of his domain, for it is on the fruit of these and kindred trees erat the Field- fare finds his main support. When the snow is lying thickly on the ground I see the Fieldfares flying over the dreary waste near man’s habitations, or satisfying their hunger in the berry-bear- ing trees near his threshold, but I but rarely see the THE REDWING AND FIELDFARE. 45 Redwing in their company. The Stormcock is found with them not unfrequently, for he, too, at this season, is a decided berry-feeder. But when the snow has all dis- appeared, and a few days of open weather follow, the Fieldfares seldom stay if the berries are consumed, and rarely, or never, seek the grass land with the Redwing. There are few birds more shy and wary than the Field- fare, for if once disturbed they invariably take off to some considerable distance in a long straggling train, and as they fly rapidly, and as a rule out of gunshot, they are comparatively safe at a season when the poor half-frozen songsters are so ruthlessly murdered. Like the Redwing, the Fieidfare, when with us at least, is gregarious. They arrive here in flocks, and in flocks return to the north, but of their nesting habits I am unacquainted. Their nests, from specimens I have seen brought from northern Russia, are very similar to the Blackbird, and the eggs closely resemble those of the Ring Ousel, with the exception that they are slightly smaller. The Fieldfare is of such irregular habits that the ex- act time they leave us would be difficult to mention. Certain it is they leave us much sooner than the Redwing, for I but rarely see them after the third week in February, the state of the weather influencing con- siderably their migratory movements. We are still in ignorance as to many of the causes of migration, and probably shall ever remain so. Here we have two Thrushes, differing in no perceptible degree in their habits and requirements from resident species, that leave us every spring, and repair hundreds of miles to the north, for the purpose of rearing their young. And what end is gained by such procedure? That some benefit is 46 RUKAL BIKD. LIFE. obtained we may rest assured, and that the birds have an all-important purpose to fulfil in thus leaving us every season for those northern climes—a purpose which, although as yet unknown to us, is still, mayhap, of vital importance to these two interesting little wanderers. THE RING OUSEL, 47 THE RING OUSEL. On the barren moor, where the mountain ash and graceful silver birch are wafted with the health-giving mountain breeze ; where huge boulders of rocks are piled upon each other, by some stupendous convulsion of nature, in endless confusion; where the roaring mountain stream rolls down in silent grandeur; and where the red Grouse and Merlin, true birds of the mist and heather, find a haunt—there too the Ring Ousel finds a safe and secluded home. Amid scenes so desolate, yet so full of solemn grandeur, he pipes his song and rears his young in peace. What careth he for the shrieking winds as they drive with fury through his haunts. ’Tis but music to him, and his rugged fastnesses are preferred to more pastoral scenes, save when our garden fruits are ripe; but even then he strays but little from his beloved home until, by resistless impulse driven, he follows the sun in his journey to the southern tropic, to his home in the sunny south. Suchisthe Ring Ousel’shome. We will now give the bird our attention. The Ring Ousel is one of our spring visitors, and the only Thrush which comes to our shores to spend the summer. He arrives here the first week in April, some- times in flocks of several hundred individuals, remaining in flocks or parties, as the case may be, for a few days frequenting the marshy ground in search of food. If disturbed, they all rise, and after wheeling about in the air 48 RURAL BIRD LIFE: for a short time, again alight at some distance from the observer, for a shy and wary creature is the Ring Ousel, and particularly so just after its arrival. They soon separate into pairs, and spread themselves over the moorland districts. Soon after their arrival the male birds are heard singing in all directions; and, by exer- cising a little caution in your approach, you may get within a few yards of the bird, and thus observe him closely. Monotonous as is the song of the Ring Ousel, still its loud tones, and the noble bearing of the bird itself, fully harmonise with the wild surroundings. Perched very often on some storm-riven tree growing out of the gray and massive rocks, the Ring Ousel, with his white cravat glistening in the sun, pours forth his notes—notes resembling those of the Starling, the piping of the Blackbird, and the varied tones of the Song-thrush. The bird after several:piping notes calls forth in harsh tones, as if in mockery of his own performance. Motion- less he sits, with probably a minute between each snatch of song. If alarmed, his wild notes cease, and, with his loud cries echoing in the rocks around, he flys off to a more secluded resting-place. Whenever I stray on to the wild moorlands in summer, the Ring Ousel, with his loud call notes of tac tac tac, tac tac tac, comes forth to meet me, and seems to challenge my right of approach. He alights on the boulders of rocks before me, and flits from bush to bush as I wander on. I observe him closely, and I find he possesses the habit in common with the Blackbird of elevating the tail upon alighting. His female, with her more dingy garb, keeps out of sight and is more rarely seen. On the rugged sides of the steep mountain gorges which occur so frequently in the wild and lonely Peak of Derbyshire ; in some stunted bush on the gorse and — = — LHRE: RING OUSEE. 49 heath-covered bank of the mountain lake ; on the banks of the roaring current ; or snugly located amongst the purple heather’s bushy branches, on the wide-spreading moot—in all these situations the nest of the Ring Ousel may be found artfully concealed, never very high from the ground, and always well and compactly constructed. Early in May is their nesting season, and but one brood is reared in the year. The site chosen, the little builders first make a nest of dried grass, the sides mayhap bound together with a few birchen twigs: they then line this structure with a thick coating of mud, obtained from the nearest water-side or marshy swamp. The nest now is very deep for its breadth, but upon the mud the birds place a large quantity of finer grass, as a lining. The mud hardens, and the whole structure forms a well-made cradle for their little ones. The eggs of the Ring Ousel, - four or five in number, so closely resemble those of the Blackbird, that even the most practised eyes are very often unable to discriminate any difference between them. I think, however, as a rule, the Ring Ousel’s eggs are a little the largest, and more deeply blotched and bolder in their markings. They are bluish-green in ground colour, speckled and blotched with reddish brown : some specimens have one or two brown streaks, notably at the larger end. No birds defend their eggs or young with more matchless courage than the Ring Ousel. Approach their treasure, and aithough you have no knowledge of its whereabouts, you speedily know that you are on sacred ground, or, more plainly speaking, on the nest- ing-site of this bird of the moor. Something sweeps suddenly round your head, probably brushing your face. You look round, and there the Ring Ousel, perched close at hand, is eyeing you wrathfully, and ready to do E 50 RURAL. BIRD FAFE. battle, despite the odds, for the protection of her abode. Move, and the attack is renewed, this time with loud and dissonant cries that wake the solitudes of the barren moor around, Undauntedly the bird flies round you, now dashing into your face, or reeling and tumbling on the ground in very anguish and despair. Who could riew such a scene unmoved. As you approach still closer, protective instinct, if possible, works more power- fully within her; her cries, with those of her mate, dis- turb the birds around ; the Red Grouse, startled, skims over the shoulder of the hill to find solitude; the Moor Pipit chirps anxiously by, and the gay little Stonechat flits uneasily from bush to bush. How great is her maternal love! How unceasing in his vigilance is her mate! Let us leave them to their rugged haunt, to attend to their duties in what the birds love best, the absence of man and the presence of solitude. Even when the nest is but half built I have known these birds unceasing in their efforts todrive me away. I have even struck the bird repeatedly with a fishing-rod, but, undaunted, she has kept up the unequal contest, and followed me quite out of the neighbourhood of her unfinished home, and then returned in triumph to aid in its completion. The food of the Ring Ousel is snails and worms, for which they may often be seen hunting on the marshy land peculiar to the moors: insects and beetles are also eaten. When the bilberries are ripe the bird subsists largely on them; the gardens, too, near their haunts, when the various fruits are ripe, suffer considerably from their repeated visits. But soon the fruit is gathered, and the Ring Ousels must see about their great journey. They leave their haunts solitarily, or in little parties, but as they journey southwards they congregate in flocks, PPE RING OUSETL. 51 and very probably keep in flocks throughout the winter, and until they return once more to their northern breeding-grounds. The moors glow in all the splendour of their purple tints, the woods and coppices are already touched by autumn’s magic wand, and the Ring Ousels must not tarry. To do so would probably be death ; for peaceful and lovely as the scene now appears, the winter is nigh with all its terrors,and the Ring Ousels,by Nature’s mandates commanded, leave the moor and the moun- tain, to spend their winter secure in a southernclime. It has been said that the Ring Ousel winters in England ; but from my knowledge of the habits of this bird, the case is only analogous with the Swallow. THE BLACKBIRD. -HeE who makes field ornithology his study will not fail to notice how each district, varying in its scenery, possesses birds peculiar to it alone. Thus the Red Grouse loves his lonely moor ; the Lapwing delights to soar in reeling flight over the naked common ; the Woodpecker loves the silent woods, and the Landrail his pastoral haunt. Birds of the Thrush family, too, exhibit this pre- ference in a marked degree. Thus we find the Thrush, Blackbird, and Redwing inhabit, as a rule, our pastoral lands and shrubberies; the Fieldfare is a wanderer ; while the family is represented by the Missel-thrush in the woods and, wilder districts ; while, yet again, the heath-covered moor and mountain-sides have their charm for the Ring Ousel. It is in the shrubberies, where the laurels, the yews, and the hollies spread their glossy branches, and where the ivy climbs up the trees in wild confusion, that we find the Blackbird in greatest abundance, especially so THE BLACKBIRD. 53 if grass lands adjoin them. Being by nature a shy and retiring bird, these situations are preferred before any other, simply because the evergreen’s dark and gloomy branches afford him nesting-sites, roosting-places, and, above ail, the seclusion which he loves. As you wander through the shrubberies, say when the shadows of night are falling, you will often hear a rustling noise under the spreading laurels, amongst the withered leaves. It isthe Blackbird, frightened at your approach. If you alarm him still further, he dashes rapidly out, and with loud and startling cries flies off to some safer cover. As the darkness deepens you have good opportunity of watching their actions when retiring to rest. Conceal yourself under the friendly branches of a yew tree, and wait patiently. You hear their loud startling cries in all directions, and catch occasional glimpses of their dark forms flitting hither and thither idpune clooney P77k, piak,. pik, .tac,-tac,. tac, tac, 1s heard on every side. Now one comes fluttering into the bush under which you are concealed, and his notes startle you by their nearness. A short distance away another answers. Another and another, in different directions, also swell the noisy clamour, and you hear on every side their fluttering wings amongst the perennial branches around you. Gradually the cries cease in number as the birds settle down to rest; a solitary cry will break the stillness of the evening air, but remain un- answered ; and the only sounds that break the oppressive silence are the evening notes of the Robin, or mayhap the peculiar call of the Goatsucker, winnowing his way through the trackless air above. Morning ‘and evening are the times the Blackbird usually seeks his food. This is for the most part, in summer at least, obtained on the grass land near his 54 RURAL BIRD LIFE. haunts. One by one you see them fly rapidly out and alight amongst the grass. He remains motionless for a few seconds after alighting, with legs at a graceful angle, neck arched, head slightly turned aside, as though he were listening intently, and tail almost at right angles to the body (for be it known the Blackbird, like the Magpie and the Ring Ousel, always elevates the tail upon alighting), which is crouching low amongst the herbage. When in this position he presents an attitude the acme of easy gracefulness and beauty. No museum attitude there, for he can never be seen in such graceful, though wary ease, save when in the full enjoyment of life and vigour. Therefore, he who would wish to see this jet black chorister in such attitude must stray into his haunts at morning or eventide, and watch his motions when on the pastures in search of his meal. Few birds are more wary whilst feeding than the Blackbird, and the instant danger threatens he retires into the fastnesses whence he came. Morning and evening are the times animal substances abound on the pastures: it is then the small snails occur in largest numbers, and the earthworms leave their holes and visit the surface of the ground. The Blackbird knows this full well, and acts accordingly, It is an animating sight to see a number of these birds engaged in feeding; now digging away at some tenacious worm ; now exploring the manure heap for the beetles, worms, and insect life with which it abounds, every now and then pausing in their labours and look- ing warily around. At the sight of so many Blackbirds together you would most likely consider them as a gregarious species, yet the reverse is the case, and it is only their food brings them together. All their food, however, is not obtained from the pastures. Lurking amongst the hedgerows are numerous snails, inhabiting THE BLACKBIRD. 55 prettily marked shells: these shells the Blackbird breaks open and preys upon the snails within. Insects and grubs are also eaten, and in the autumn months the berries of the mountain ash, service tree, hawthorn, and wild rose are eaten in abundance. Our garden fruits are also eaten, wild fruits too are preyed upon—notably the wild raspberry, blackberry, and sloe. Should his depre- dations amongst your fruit trouble you, take not his life, and bear in mind his labours in the spring time make ample amends for any losses of fruit that occur in autumn, and his music is as charming as that of any other songster that fills the grove with gladness. The Blackbird is a pugnacious creature in pairing time. A little before the period of the vernal equinox it is no uncommon thing to see male Blackbirds fighting with perfect fury, chasing each other through the branches until one comes off victorious, and the other slinks silently away. Most birds are more or less pugnacious in the mating season, although peaceable enough at other times, yet this does not hold good with Black- birds, for at all times you will frequently see them dis- playing animosity towards each other. The song of the Blackbird commences the latter part of February, and continues with increasing powers until the end of May, when his notes are on the wane through- out June’s leafy month, and in July his mellow pipe is hushed in the autumnal moult until the advent of the following spring. The song of the Blackbird is rich and full in its tone, but possesses little variety : however, there is not a doubt but what the Blackbird’s melody ranks as one of the finest amongst all the songsters frequent- ing our land in summer and winter alike. The blackbird will, though rarely it is true, warble his delightful strain when coursing through the air. Early morning, about 56 RURAL (BILD LIE. — sunrise, and after five o'clock in the evening, inj tke latter part of April’s fresh and vernal month, are the times the Blackbird’s powers of song are heard to best advantage. The Blackbird pairs early in the season, sometimes late in the month.of February, although the nest is not found quite as soon as the nest of the Song-thrush. The nest of the Blackbird is placed in various situations. You frequently find it amongst the evergreens, yew, laurel, holly, bay, or ivy, it matters not which; then you occasionally find it some forty feet or more up the branches of the forest tree ; while yet again the ground alone supports it, and the hedgerows are often selected. I have known the Blackbird build its nest ina shed. I have also found it simply placed on a stone projecting from a wall, from which it could be removed and re- placed without any anxiety for the birds forsaking it. The nest is built of dry grasses, sometimes a few slender twigs, a little moss, anc lined, in the first place, with wet mud alone; this is again lined with the finer grasses, and when dry the whole structure is very firm and compact. The eggs are four, five, and even six in number, and, like the nesting-site, subject to no little variety, both in size, shape, and markings. Many of the eggs are very small; some are pear-shaped, others almost round. The ground colour on many is greenish- blue, spotted and blotched with rich reddish brown; others have the ground colour more clouded, and a zone of colouring matter round the end of the egg. But the most curious variety are pale bluish-green in ground colour, faintly marked with a few claret spots, or, not unfrequently, quite pure and spotless. Both birds sit upon the eggs or young, the male in many cases quite as frequently as the female. When, the nest is ap- THE BLACKBIRD. 37 eee ee proached the sitting bird either glides silently off, or remains silent and motionless, very often until touched by the hand ere it quits the nest. The call note in the nesting season of the male Blackbird resembles the call note of the Robin, and is indescribably plaintive and beautiful. The young birds are fed on worms, snails, grubs, and insects, and the parent birds tend them but a short time indeed after they quit the nest. Not unfre- quently two broods are reared in the year. | Though the Blackbird frequents the hedgerows in summer, still he abandons them long before the autumnal blasts strip them of their verdure. Exceptions are found to this, but only where the hedges are unusually dense, and sunken fences occur. The Blackbird then retires to the neighbouring shrubberies, and woods studded with evergreens, where he remains in seclusion during the moulting season. His habits, however, you will find at all times shy and retiring. A skulking bird, he is with difficulty flushed, and if in open places, the least alarm sends him hurriedly off into the cover, from which he seldom strays far away. The Blackbird, with me at least, is a partially mi- gratory species. His numbers decrease after the au- tumnal moult, and go on decreasing, until in November his presence is only represented by one or two solitary birds. He returns in the same mysterious manner, and early in February again appears in his wonted numbers. LAE DIPPER PERCHED on arock in the centre of the stream, which whirls and boils with incessant clamour over its rocky bed from the mountains far above, we very often see the Dipper, a bird slightly smaller than a Thrush, his snow- white throat and breast contrasting richly with the brown of his other plumage. At first sight he puts you in mind of the Wren, and the incessant activity and peculiar crouching attitude bear out the analogy between that active little creature and this bird of the wild. He is, indeed, a strange bird, and well worthy of your attention ; w+ th. . ast pe rere. THE DIPPER. 59 quite as much at home in the water as the Divers them- selves, and as active on the land as any of the Thrushes : but more of this anon. Then, too, throughout the keenest weather he quits not the waters of the roaring stream, and is as active amongst the icicle-draped rocks as when the summer sun was scorching them with its meridian rays. The Plovers quit their upland haunts, now frozen hard as iron, and the Ring Ousel has long ago retired to more genial climes; but still the Dipper lingers, and experiences no inconvenience by doing so. The very fact of the stream being ever in troubled motion is the cause of his perpetual residence on its banks; for the frost never binds its waters in its tight embrace, and they being always open, his food is always there, and he has no cause to wander. He isa bird full of activity, flying in a shooting course before us; now alighting on the grassy banks, and then on the rocky boulders, round which the foam-crested waters dash and boil in seemingly ex- hausted rage. He sometimes is flushed with difficulty, and then flies so slowly as to appear wounded ; but should you be tempted by his seeming helplessness to pursue him, he takes good care to evade you, advancing in short flights, it is true; but, ever wary, he takes wing the moment you think you have him secure, and departs still further up the stream, appearing to exult in your mortification. The Dipper isa solitary bird, and, save in the breeding season, is rarely found even in the company of its own species, Each bird seems to haunt a certain part of the stream, to which it strictly keeps, and is seldom or never seen to associate with other birds. The Dipper seldom strays far from the waters, for they afford him all he requires, nor does he frequent the trees and shrubs. The waters and their banks supply him with 60 RORAL BIRLA ie: abundant food, and the rocks around furnish nesting-sites in abundance. The song of the Dipper is first heard early in April, sometimes, but rarely, in March, and a short and pleasing performance it is, fully harmonising with the wild grandeur of the scene around. He warbles his lay from the banks of the stream, or not unfrequently when crouching low on the rocks in the midst of its roaring waters. There, with the milk-white foam dancing oa the crests of the waves, and the spray falling like mist around him, he chants his love song. When in such a situation we cannot hear his whole performance, for the noise of the stream prevents it; but in the lulls of the strife we catch parts of his melody, sounding low and sweet, as though the Naiads of the fall were singing its praises in mellow cadence. It might be thought that the Dipper lives in company with his mate for life, but such is not the case ; and when the young are independent of their parents’ aid~ the old birds separate’ for ever. “The. nest of the Dipper is usually found amongst the rocks, never in a tree~ or bush, although occasionally amongst their enarled and moss-grown roots. The nest is not unfre- quently found within a few inches of the water, and oc- casionally in the rocks over which the water rushes in mad career, passing directly before the nest, and keeping it in an incessant state of moisture by the spray continu- ally beating against it. The nest of the Dipper in point of outward beauty yields the palm to few, if any, of our British nests. True, the Chaffinch and the Long-tailed Titmouse may build a nest the paragon of beauty, but the materials used die and wither ; but with the Dipper the case is far different, as will be seen by what follows. The site chosen, the materials have not far to be sought. LHE DIPPER, 61 The moss which grows in wild profusion all around is selected, and the outside of the nest, at least, is com- posed entirely of this soft and beautiful material. In form it is precisely like the nest of the Wren, spherical, with a hole in the side to admit the birds. The inside of the nest is lined with dry grass, moss, and withered leaves, but very rarely feathers. Mimicry is the pro- tective art employed by the Dipper in shielding her nest from danger, and most effectually are her wiles displayed. The moss with which her nest is made never dies—the bumidity of the nesting-site prevents this—and her home is literally nothing more than a cave whose walls are full of life and verdant beauty. Keen and perceiving must be the eyes of him who can, at a casual glance, discern the home of the Dipper when placed amongst the moss-grown rocks, for it presents an appearance unvarying from the emerald hues of the surroundings. The eggs of the Dipper are four or five in number, and entirely different from the eggs of any other British Zrush. They are pure white and spot- less, and about the size of a Song-thrush’s egg. The shell, however, does not possess any gloss, as is the case with the eggs of the Kingfisher and Woodpecker, and is somewhat rough in texture. The old birds display great caution in returning to and quitting the nest, and should you discover it, they manifest little or no outward signs of anxiety for the safety of their treasure. It is with the utmost caution you must approach the Dipper if you are desirous of watching his actions, for a shy and wary bird is he. However, ample means of concealment are at hand, and by hiding behind one of the rocky boulders, and keeping quiet and motionless, you may observe him as long as his restless nature allows him to remain in your company. You may hap 62 RURAL SIL DYTIPE, see him at first perched on a stone projecting out of the water a few inches, or it may be standing in the water itself. Warily he looks around, now crouching low, as if fearful of discovery ; now erect, as if on the point of’ taking wing. Now he fearlessly enters the water, and aided by his wings floats buoyantly to land, where you see him running and hopping about, picking up the small animal substances found amongst the marshy shores of the stream. ‘Then he will sit for a few moments on the bank, motionless as a statue, and you cannot help ad- miring the purity of his plumage, white as the driven snow. Suddenly, and doubtless to your surprise, if you are unacquainted with his habits, he takes to the water and disappears under the surface. Is he in distress ? mayhap drowning? Neither one nor the other. Aided by his wings and feet you see him explore the sand and mossgrown pebbles at the bottom of the pool, and turn- ing the little stones with his bill, for the various water insects which constitute his food ; perhaps going a yard or more, and then rising to the surface for breath ; then down again for another short distance, then rising as before. He will proceed thus for a certain length of the water, then return—sometimes swimming aided by his wings, and sometimes darting under the surface, oc- casionally pausing to rest for a moment on the rocks projecting from the water—to the point of his departure, when he will again visit the bank and course up and down or sit motionless, Well may the bird fill the be- holder with wonderment at its aquatic motions ; for ifa Grebe or a Diver were gambolling in the water before him he could not expect a more able performance. You find, as arule, the Dipper explores those parts of the stream for food where the water is less troubled ; yet he will not unfrequently dash boldly into the boiling streain Se egw S. Dy THE DIPPER. 63 just below the falls, and course about for very sport and joyfulness. The sandy islets in the stream and places where drift-wood and other matters congregate are favourite places; so too below the weirs and about the water-wheels he is also seen. When alarmed, the Dipper instantly takes wing. I have never yet known a Dipper take to the water when threatened by danger, nor do I consider that such is the case unless the bird be injured. His flight puts you in mind of the Kingfisher, rapid and straightforward ; sometimes he flles just above the surface of the water, sometimes a few feet above it, and invariably following the course of the stream. He often utters a low and complaining chirp when taking wing, and he will also call when sitting on the rocks and banks. Summer and winter alike he explores the waiters, and at all times draws his largest sustenance from the bed of the stream. The Kingfisher’s plunge is but a momentary immersion, but with the Dipper it is far different. He will not un- . frequently remain in the water for a quarter of an hour or more without once quitting it. The food of the Dipper is composed of the various forms of insect life inhabiting the waters, and their larva. Young fish he will also devour, and worms and grubs found on the banks of the stream. A word as to this singular bird’s place in our classi- fication. Were you to examine the Dipper you would find his plumage similar to the plumage of water birds im) Seneral, yet his feet are not webbed, and -do not resemble the feet of water birds, nor does his beak and general appearance proclaim him as one whose haunt is the waters. Notwithstanding, the bird, however, has, I think, far more claim to be ranked amongst the water birds than those frequenting the land; he is, in fact, what is » ‘>t Save Po ea vie ee Sas se 64 . RURAL BIRD LEE. we might call midway between them, and instead of dis- “a \ tinguishing him by the somewhat vague name of ‘ Dipper,’ some more fitting title should be bestowed upon him, and a place assigned to him in our classification more in harmony with his ways of life. THE HEDGE ACCENTOR. THE Hedge Sparrow, or Hedge Accentor, for he is not a Sparrowat all, though certainly he bears a distant resem- blance to one, is another little soft-billed chorister who permanently resides in Britain. He shares the hedge- rows with the Robin, and frequents the tangled brakes and thickets with the Wren. We see him hopping amongst the heaps of wood in the farmyard, uttering his low and plaintive call notes, and amongst the ever- greens in the shubbery he is often seen, especially at nightfall. A quiet and unobtrusive little creature he is, and his low and plaintive music, resembling the song of the Wren, only nothing near so loud, is heard at all times of the year, provided he can obtain sufficient shelter from the elements. The Hedge Accentor appears to love retirement, even 5B 66 RURAL BIRD TILE. more so than the Wren, and his only aim when disturbed is to seek safety in seclusion. He but rarely takes to flight when alarmed, preferring to creep and hop with amazing rapidity up the hedgerows, silently as a shadow. If you see him amongst a heap of hedge clippings or old timber, your glimpse of him is but brief, and he takes shelter in the thickest parts of the cover, where his sober plumage is in harmony with the dusky shadows of his retreat. Again, you seldom, very seldom, see the birds otherwise than solitary, save in the pairing and breeding seasons. The Hedge Accentor’s claim as a perennial songster is but a slight one. If the situation of his haunt is. bare and exposed he is seldom heard to sing in the inclement season of the year. Itis onlyamongst the evergreens that his melody, asa rule, is heard in the winter months, and even there it is by no means so freely uttered or so often heard as the tuneful warblings of the Robin and Wren. The song of the Hedge Accentor is a plain- tive one, and something similar to that of the Wren, only not so loud and not of such long duration. Its low and plaintive character probably saves it from being classed as monotonous, for without those characteristics it would indeed be but a poor performance. It is when sing- ing that we have a good opportunity of observing this unobtrusive little creature ; for when so engaged he will often mount the topmost branches of the trees or hedge- rows, and gladden the air around with his short and plaintive song. The Hedge Accentor sings in those dis- tricts where he is well sheltered from the beginning of October right away through the winter. Then the genial spring calls them all into song, and they sing in- cessantly until the middle of July, when their notes are lost in the autumnal moult. The call notes are low and oe THE ABDGE ACCENTOR. 67 complaining, and uttered most frequently at eventide or early in the morning. We are apt to think that the pairing of annual birds takes place just prior to nesting duties, yet this in some cases, at least, is not correct. From what I have ob- served of the habits of the Hedge Accentor I am led to believe that it pairs about, or soon after, the winter solstice. About that period I see the Hedge Accentors congregate in little .parties of perhaps five and six individuals—a circumstance, by the way, never observed in this species save at mating time. The birds are also unusually clamorous, and at times pugnacious, chasing each other through the leafless hedgerows with every _ sign of anger. These motions are but of short duration, and then I see the Hedge Accentors invariably in pairs right up to the nesting season in April. This is only one instance, yet I feel convinced that when the matter is more generally studied, fresh instances occurring in other species will be brought to view. It is just as the hawthorn hedges begin to assume their first signs of verdure, by the myriads of opening buds clothing them in a tinge of the brightest green, that the Hedge Accentor commences her unassuming little home. In the hedgerows, or amongst brambles covered with tall grasses, frequently in a heap of hedge clippings, or in the branches of the evergreen, we find the first nests in course of completion. The Hedge Accentor’s nest, like the bird, has nothing particularly striking in its appearance, yet withal it is a handsome little structure—beautiful in its simplicity—composed in the first place of the greenest moss and twigs, with mayhap a few bents and fine straws, cemented with cob- webs, and the inner part lined with a thick and warm lining of hair, feathers, and wool. The eggs of the F 2 68 RURAL BIKD LIFE. Hedge Accentor are almost unique in beauty too, their clear and spotless blue defying the painter's every art to produce, and contrasting richly with the sober colours of the nest. They are from four to six in number, and vary little in size. The Hedge Accentor is another of those birds who continue laying if you remove the eggs from time to time, even depositing them on what little materials chance to remain after removing the nest. | This bird will rear as many as three broods in the year. I have found their unfinished nests late in July, and seen the eggs in April. The Hedge Accentor will hatch the eggs of other birds and tend the young with as much care and attention as her own. It is the nest of the Hedge Accentor that the Cuckoo so frequently uses as the receptacle for her egg, and the old Hedge Accentors prove careful and attentive parents. Mimicry in part forms the protective power of the Hedge Accentor ; the sitting bird will also display a silent protective power, and remain brooding over the eggs or callow young until absolutely compelled to quit them. There is not a more harmless bird tenants the woods and fields than this active little creature, yet I fear its harmlessness is not its shield. Its food in summer time is almost exclusively composed of small worms and insects and their larve, and in the autumn months it will eat various small seeds. In the winter time, when insect life is scarce, and the worms deep in the hard frozen ground, the Hedge Accentor, in company with the Sparrows, frequents the farmyards and manure heaps, and obtains the greater part of its food on the ground. They will also approach our doorsteps in company with the Robin, and subsist upon our bounty, picking up the crumbs, and rewarding us with their active motions and short and pleasing song. : . ; | . ’ ed ee ee CT EE Ee a ge a i eemren THE HEDGE ACCENTOX. é9 The Hedge Accentor’s permanent sojourn in Britain is another of the as yet unsolved problems in ornithology. Howcan we explain the fact that, of all the army of insect- feeding birds that quit our shores as the sun proceeds on his journey to the southern tropic, this little insect-feed- ing bird remains, and braves the northern blasts with impunity, and varies his diet accordingly. We see him as active amongst the leafless twigs or withered leaves as when those twigs were clothed in verdure, and when those same leaves were full of life and vigour. We see him scatter the snow from the sprays of the evergreen when he seeks repose at nightfall among its verdant branches, and appear as strong and healthy as in the height of summer, but we cannot explain it. The secret is still in Nature’s keeping, and all our attempts to eluci- date it, our theories and conjectures, are at present all in vain. THE ROBIN. Or all birds which enjoy any protection from man, perhaps the Robin is most prominent. His bright colours and sprightly actions, together with the sundry nursery tales in which he is favourably mentioned, con- duce greatly to place him in more security than his congeners. Unlike most other soft-billed birds, the Robin remains with us throughout the year: he lends a charm to the wintry landscape, and in summer graces the smiling face of nature with his presence. He is also one of our few perennial musicians, his song being heard the year throughout. We find the Robin close to our habitations; in the most secluded haunts of the deepest woods, far from the busy hum of men; in the farmyard, the field, and garden, the plantation and shubbery, the country lane and shaded dell, and by tie side of the murmuring rivulet. In all these situations insult THE ROBIN. 71 his habits may be observed at all seasons : he is not shy, and his sharp notes will be heard soon after you enter his haunt. If we tarry long in one situation, be it the wood, coppice, field, or garden, the Robin is almost sure to visit us, and, provided we remain quiet, and it is not the moulting season, approach closely and pour out his rich and plaintive song. , There is not a songster in Great Britain, no, not even the sweet Nightingale himself, that possesses a song so rich and plaintive as this little red-breasted chorister. So plaintive are some of his notes, that they border on sadness, and never fail to fill the lover of animated nature with ecstasy, as they pour, O so sweet, from his little throat. His song cannot fail to awaken a thrill of pleasure even in the casual observer—cannot fail to con- vince him of the trustful familiarity displayed in his various motions. He will approach you closely, and pour out his sweet song within a few feet of your head, or perched up in the spreading branches of the stately oak under which you are standing, his flaming breast contrasting beautifully with the sober tints of the 1ugged bark, and his bright eyes looking trustfully at you, he will greet you with his melody. The Robin daily visits the same perching-place to sing his evening song, and strictly guards it from any intrusion. Here every even- ing in the cheerless month of November a Robin comes and sits upon the topmost branches of a mulberry tree and gives forth his even-song ; while another comes nightly to perch on a stick projecting from a haystack ; and a third chooses as his perching-place a heap of timber ina farmyard. Very often two Robins may be heard singing in concert. First one will pour forth his loudest and clearest tones, his little throat swelling with the exertion ; then the other stationed near at hand will 72 RURAL BIRD LIFE. strive if possible to excel its opponent in the superiority of its song. I have heard these birds when so engaged in these contests commence in such high notes, that to complete the full song was impossible. And thus the concert proceeds, until one of the actors will eventually sing its opponent out of the contest, when it will utter a few notes, as if of challenge, and, if not answered, drop silently down into the underwood. The Robin is one of the first birds to greet the coming dawn with his notes, and also one of the last, if not ce last, to retire in the evening. It is at these times the Robin is most lively, and his notes are often heard when their author can- not be seen amongst the falling shadows of night. In the moulting season the Robin is but seen occa- sionally, and never heard to sing; the young birds are the most frequently seen, and it is their sharp call notes we most frequently hear. Our other songsters, with few exceptions, lose their song in the autumnal moult: not so the Robin ; for after this important season is passed, which takes place in July, the Robin regains his notes, to continue them throughout the winter. First we hear them singing in very small numbers, but as August passes away these numbers increase, and when Septem- ber arrives they are in full song once more; and perhaps there is nothing more beautiful in all animated nature at this season of the year than the evening song of this pretty warbler when given forth in the dusk of a Sep- tember evening. The autumnal fog is creeping up the valley ; the Bat, with squeaking notes, darts round the tall elm trees, taking the place of the day-flying Swallow ; the Starling has repaired to his roosting-place, the Thrush and Blackbird are at rest; the solemn stillness of the woods is perhaps broken by the drowsy hum of a noc- turnal beetle or the lowing of the cattle in a neighbour- THE ROBIN. 73 ee ing meadow. Among all this stillness the Robin pours forth his evening notes, which sound peaceful and plain- tive in the extreme. He will keep up his*song until darkness has fairly set in, and unerring instinct leads him to his roosting-place, when his voice, which has hitherto helped to swell the concert of Robin-music, will cease, and all the voices of the birds of day are silent, and their authors lulled in tranquil repose. The call notes of the Robin are sharp and clear, and sometimes startle us with their nearness ; for on looking round we often find the author of them daintily perched on some post, or in the shrub near which we are standing. If you observe him closely, he will almost invariably be found to accompany those call notes with a peculiar jerking motion of the head and tail. The call note in the breeding season is a plaintive piping one, monotonously given forth every few moments. . Robins are not of a wandering disposition, and re- main in their respective haunts until perhaps driven forth by hunger, ‘ necessity’s supreme command.’ I have known this bird remain in one certain locality for many months, and never saw him more than fifty yards away from his favourite haunt in the secluded and marshy corner of aplantation. I identified the bird by a greyish white ring of feathers round the neck, andcould always observe him when strolling through his haunt. In the breeding season he reared a brood in safety ; but after the autumnal moult he lost this peculiar mark, and is now in appearance like his congeners, but no doubt there he will remain, if left unmolested, for years yet to come. Robins do not pair for life, and early in March the birds seek out mates. Combats often occur between 74 RURAL EIRD LIFE. rival males at this season ; indeed, at all times the Robin is more or less a pugnacious bird. Upon one occasion I was strolling through a dense shrubbery, under the gloomy yew trees, when I heard a flutter amongst the withered leaves on the banks of a tiny rivulet flowing down a ravine. Closer inspection revealed a bird struggling in the water, and I went down the bank to find out the cause of this strange proceeding, and found a Robin tangled, as it appeared, in the herbage growing on the water’s'edge. I took hold of the bird, with the intention of releasing it from its captivity, and was about to lift it up, when, judge of my surprise, I pulled out from under the bank a second Robin, that had evidently, when conquered, tried to seek safety by squeezing under the bank, also in the water too. Both birds, like two warriors bold, were locked in deadly: embrace, the one first seen being entangled in the breast feathers of its antagonist by its claws; their plumage, too, was all wet and ragged, and they had lost many feathers. After keeping them for a short time I restored them to liberty: the victorious one, I should say, flew quickly off, while its terribly exhausted antagonist just managed to gain a thick bush and was soon lost to view. The site of the Robin’s nest is varied. Old walls, amongst the tangled roots of trees, under banks, and on their verdant sides, also amongst ivy, are all suitable places to look for his abode. Robins will often choose very singular sites for their nests. An old watering-can, dilapidated and rust-eaten, once lay in a sunk fence, several inches deep in withered leaves. In the interior of this can a pair of Robins made their abode, and the female bird laid two eggs, which, unfortunately, were taken, and all the hopes of the little choristers CTE ROBIN. 75 destroyed. The Robins, if their nest be on the ground, first scratch a hole asa foundation for future operations ; then of moss, dry grass, and withered leaves, they form a well-made nest, and line it with a large quantity of horse or cow-hair, and but rarely indeed with any feathers. Dead leaves are always found in the materials of the Robin’s nest, and the front of the nest is invariably one mass of these remnants of autumn’s mellow days: oak leaves, as a rule, are the ones selected. Mimicry is the Robin’s general form of protective instinct as regards the safety of its eggs and young, and he who finds the Robin’s nest, unassuming and simple, yet beautiful in the.extreme, will admire the protective arts of the little builders, and, if he has not discovered it by acci- dent, regard with pleasure the effectiveness of their de- signs. The eggs of the Robin are four, five, six, and even eight in number, and, as a rule, all prove fertile. They vary considerably in colouring matter even in the same nest. The most common variety is dirty-white in ground colour, freckled, and spotted with pale reddish- brown and gray markings, so closely as to almost con ceal the ground colour of the egg. Other specimens are more sparsely coloured ; others of a purer ground colour, with a zone of spots round the larger end; while yet again specimens are sometimes found pure white, and entirelydevoid of markings. The Robin is a close sitter, and, provided you exercise a little caution, vou may often have the pleasure of gently stroking the sitting bird, without any alarm for the little creature for- saking its charge. The Robin abandons its young very soon after they leave the nest, and we often see the little things flutter- ing about from bush to bush, but not able to fly for any considerable distance. Helpless indeed they are, though 76 RURAL BIRD LIFE£. not wanting in means for self-preservation, as will be seen by what follows. I on one occasion flushed a young Robin scarcely able to fly. The bird fluttered through some dense herbage, and nestled closely under the roots of a hazel bush. Wishing to test its protec- tive powers to the utmost, I first. dislodged the herbage, and then commenced a diligent search, finding the little ‘robinet’’ lying closely in a little cranny, its bright eye looking anxiously around. It made no effort to escape, and suffered me to take it in my hand, and examine it minutely. I returned it to its native bushes, and pondered deeply over the instinct for self-preservation existing in this little songster, in common with many other birds, notwithstanding their infancy, and which, as far as I can determine, is never known to occur in mature birds, unless when sickly or wounded. ‘Thus it would seem that this form of protective power is only: put in force when the bird is in a weak or helpless con- dition. Young Robins in the colouring of their plumage differ greatly from their parents. But in their sprightly actions they still show, despite their dingy garb, that they are Robins, and in their call notes they seem to tell us that in a few short months they will don the chaste and beautiful garb of their parents. The Robin lives on insects and worms, sad in the winter months, if the weather be severe, numbers of these charming songsters perish from cold and hunger. He visits man’s habitation, too, and regales himself on ‘the crumbs scattered by the thoughtful person for the poor birds in the cold and dreary winter time. He isa regular little tyrant, and but few birds venture near until he is satisfied. I know of few things more beautiful, when the snow enshrouds everything in a wreath of dazzling whiteness, than a Robin perched on a snow- THE ROBIN. 5 clad rail, or far up in the frosted branches, pouring forth his lovely song. As he sits, his feathers all ruffled, his bright red breast and large and trustful eyes contrasting richly with the surroundings, he is, indeed, really a beautiful object ; and no wonder that he elicits admiration ’ from all, even from the wandering gunner or birds’-nest- ing schoolboy, for. the one will not point his gun know- ingly at a Robin, or the other think of plundering his nest. 78 RURAL BIRD LIFE. THE (REDSTART: FLITTING uneasily before us, as we wander down the lanes or through the birch coppices, we often see a gaily dressed little bird, occasionally uttering a wild and pleas- ing song. As he flies, his rich black and white plumage clistens in the light, and his chestnut tail appears asa dull streak of fire. Ah, then, the secret’s out: this gay little bird is the ‘ Firetail, or, more learnedly speaking, the Redstart, met with so commonly in summer time in every lane, wood, and coppice. | He arrives here by the second week in April, the females a few days later, and that is the time to hear him sing his best ; for the song with which he invites a mate is perhaps more rich and full of energy than his summer melody. The song puts you in mind of the Wren’s loud and varied notes, yet it wants their vigour and sprightliness, and is somewhat monctonous. We often see him just after his arrival perched right up the oak’s tallest branches, and as he sits and warbles his oft repeated strains, he appears so rich and gorgeous in his nuptial garb, as it shines and glistens in the bright April sunlight, that he seems to have borrowed a few of the glorious plumes of some feathered gem of the tropics, whilst spending his winter amongst them. Those places most favoured with the Redstart’s presence are woods abounding with old and decayed timber—the birch woods are a favourite place—or in the i on DHE REO SLART. 79 neighbourhood of old walls, on which he is constantly alighting, to jerk his tail with regular beats, and view you with alarm as you wander on. May is the Redstart’s nesting season. We must not seek his nest amongst the branches, nor yet amidst the brambles or vegetation on the ground, but always in some hole well protected from the external air: holes in walls and trees are as a rule selected. The Woodpecker, if the selected nesting-hole is not quite suitable, alters it accordingly ; or, if holes be scarce, ofttimes making one herself with her strong beak, but the Redstart does no such thing. The graceful birch tree or mountain ash very often affords a nesting-hole ; while in the old walls nesting-sites occur in abundance, sometimes but a few inches in depth at others several feet : it matters little. The nest itself is a very slovenly piece of workmanship, so loosely made in most cases, as to make it impossible to remove it entire, yet it serves the purpose intended most admirably. It is made of dry grass, moss, some- times a little wool, and lined with hair and feathers. _ The eggs are often six in number, though four or five are most frequently found, and about the size of the Hedge Accentor’s, and, like them, blue and spotless ; but they are not so deeply coloured, and much more polished, and the shell, too, is more fragile than the eggs of that bird. You may remove the eggs of the Redstart, and yet she will continue laying, and seldom forsake the nest. The same remarks will apply to the Starling; but this is not the case with most birds, for if their eggs are taken, even only a part in some cases, the mother bird is sure to forsake the nest and remaining eggs. All birds display not that deep feeling and anxiety for their eggs as for their young, and I am satisfied in my own mind that the loss of the eggs causes not half so 80 RURAL BIRD LIFE. much grief to the parent birds as if their young were taken from them. If you approach the nest of the Redstart when it contains their young, the birds become very anxious for their welfare, coursing withina few feet of your head, uttering their mournful call notes, which resemble those of the little Willow Warbler, and exhibit in various ways the keenest anguish. As usual, the female bird, with the intensity of a mother’s love, ap- proaches the nearest, and with hissing cries endeavours to shield her offspring. But should you examine her nest when the eggs are newly laid, she will silently leave it, and though you take out the eggs in your hand, and remain an indefinite time, she approaches you not, nor displays the least sign of affection for them. The young are fed entirely on insects, and I have reason to believe that but one brood is reared in the year, although if the first set of eggs is removed a fresh set will be laid. One or two of the eggs sometimes prove addled. If this were the case in the nest of a bird built in the open air, the egg would most probably be ejected ; but as the Redstart rears its young in holes, the addled eggs are suffered to remain in the nest, and thrown out the next season, should the little owners return to their abode again. The young male Redstarts do not resemble their brightly clothed sire in the slightest until after the moulting season, and probably even then their garb is not perfection until the following breeding season. All birds when roulting seek retirement, as if aware of their helpless condition. The Redstart moults in July and August, and during that period we seldom see them, no, not in the places they most frequent, until a short time before their departure, which takes place very early in September. THE REDSTARKT: SI ere ea ee eae STL he It appears to be an overlooked fact that many if not all the male warblers leave sometimes a week or more before the females, and return in the same manner ; yet how to account for this strange habit I am at a total loss. It is only another among the many mysterious actions of the feathered tribe—mysterious because we cannot understand them—which will, I fear, only be solved when the birds of the earth regain the powers of speech which in Ovid’s time they were said to possess. The fluttering motions when in search of food which more particularly mark the Flycatcher, are, however, common to many if not all insect-feeding birds. Thus we see the Redstart occasionally in the air catching insects, by the way its chief food, or fluttering before the trunks of trees or old walls, to secure the vast quantities of insects lurking theie. WHEATEAR, THE STONECHAT AND WHEATEAR. ON the wild and trackless moors, where the solitudes are but rarely broken save by the harsh cries of the Plover, Grouse, and Curlew, we find a little bird, in a garb the gayest of the gay, flitting from bush to bush, uttering his monotonous note of zee chic, wee chic, chic, chic, chic, while his mate in her more sober plumage sits apparently motionless on a tuft of heather hard by; but if we more closely observe her we find that she is jerking her tail incessantly, and occasionally looking warily around, for these little birds of the moor but seldom see. . THE STONECHAT AND WHEATEAR., 83 Seer the face of man, and therefore regard his advances with suspicion. And every beast before him ran, To shun the hateful sight of man. So attached are the little creatures to their particular haunt, that we can scarcely drive them away from it. Wary and watchful, it is true, and only allowing us to approach within a certain distance, yet backwards and forwards they fly, passing and repassing from one stunted bush to another, perching on the topmost sprays, or diving into their arboreal shades, and, no matter how we harass them, seldom if ever quitting the stretch of moor which is their haunt and nesting-ground combined. Many persons would probably feel an unavoidable sense of loneliness creep over them when alone in Nature's wilds, but with me it is the reverse, especially when the feathered company I love is flitting from spray to spray around me. Thus, if I wander over the seem- ingly interminable moor, though a feeling of nothing- ness captivate me as I gaze upon Nature in her sublime grandeur around, still, when the Red Grouse on whirring wing pursues her skimming flight afar, or the gaily dressed little Stonechat, the bird now before our notice, flits from bush to bush before me as I wander on, I feel as light-hearted as the birds themselves. Mayhap I stroll into the woods when winter holds them in his tight embrace, when the evergreens are bowed down with a snowy covering, and .icicles hang pendent from the naked branches ; still no lonely feeling, for at least Cock Robin will come and greet me with a song, or a com- pany of ever active Titmice engage my attention as they wander over the leafless trees and shrubs. If in autumn, that season of all others best adapted to make a thought- ful person feel sad and lonely, as the winds sigh mourn- G2 84 RURAL BIRD LIFE. ete ee ee fully through the semi-denuded branches, bringing the leaves down in showers, and speaking of death and decay, still the Wren creeps through the brambles, whose leaves are now painted with bewitching colours, souve- nirs of the waning year. Then, too, the Stormcock sings his loudest, and the rapidly flying Swallows in one large company claim my notice; and Ican find abundant food for thought by pondering over the unerring instinct which leads these birds to leave our cold and dreary shores long before the northern blasts arrive. No; he who is fond of animated nature will never feel lonely when in Nature’s grand domains, for she has lavished her priceless gifts with such unsparing hands, that on every side abundant objects, infinite in variety and pur- pose, claim our attention, and as it were irresistibly woo us from the society and company of our kindred. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods ;_ There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar. But to return to our little Stonechat flitting hither and thither on the heathery moor.. You only find the Stonechat on the moors, or in the large furze coverts on their outskirts. He is not what you may call common anywhere, but he can never be overlooked by the observer, for his colouring is so rich and varied, and contrasts richly with the purple heather’s bell-like flowers or the golden blooms of the gorse. Then, too, he makes himself as conspicuous as possible, by sitting on the topmost sprays of the surrounding bushes. He ts also constantly in motion the instant an intruder appears, and is, by his unceasing activity and mono- tonous notes, one of the first birds noticed when we set foot on the springing heather. THE STONECHAT AND WHEATEAR. 85 Stonechats pair very early in the season ; indeed it is not improbable. but what they remain in pairs the year throughout, as we see them in pairs at all times of the year far more often than alone. Their nest—found by the way with the greatest difficulty, especially when situated in the centre of a large patch of gorse; dis- covery, except by the merest accident, is then almost impossible—is snugly and cleverly concealed at the foot of some furze or other bush. It is built of dried grasses and moss, and lined with a quantity of horse- hair and feathers. The eggs, four or five in number, are pale blue, with a few purplish-red markings, chiefly on the larger end, although some specimens are quite plain. Deceptive motions form the little Stonechat’s protective power which she displays for the safety and concealment of her treasured eggs or young ; and, once disturbed, she will tire any except the most patient observer by her deceiving motions—flitting from bush to bush, occasion- ally alighting in them, as though about to visit her nest, which, however, is probably some fifty yards away. If her nest be suddenly approached, silence, another. pro- tective design, will be manifested. The watchful mother, still and silent as a statue, views your approach and moves not ; but, once the danger gone, we find both her and her seldom absent mate flitting from spray to spray, giving forth their monotonous notes of wee-chic, chic- chic. Stonechats are not gregarious, still we very often find several pairs living close together. The Stonechat lives on insects and their larve : you also see them hunting amongst manure for small worms and beetles, and they obtain part of their food by hover- ing in the air like the Flycatcher. The song of the male bird is a short and wandering performance, yet fully in harmony with the surrounding landscape. &5 RURAL BIRD LIFE. The Stonechat is another bird whose non-migratory habits we are spt to view with surprise, because the cause of them is as yet unknown to us. Now the Stone- chat, as far as we are aware, differs in none of its re- quirements from its congeners the Wheatear and Whin- chat, yet the two last mentioned species leave our country annually every autumn, to spend their winter in the south. Yet the little Stonechat remains and braves all the rigours of a northern winter. I see them on the moors when the snow is lying deep, or skipping about in the furze coverts in December, quite as nimbly as at the summer solstice. Truly indeed have we much te learn in the habits of birds, and particularly so with regard to their migrations, and the cause of them. Still keeping to the moorland, the observer will often see perched on the rugged walls a sprightly bird about the size of a lark, when in motion the white parts of its plumage showing out very plainly : this is the Wheatear, known also as the Fallow Chat. Besides inhabiting the moors, we also see him on the wild upland fallows near them: commons and stone quarries, too, if in wild districts, are also frequented by him, as also are the open lands near the sea coast. As I have previously stated, the Wheatear is a migratory species. He arrives here the third week in April, and soon after is seen in pairs. Birds of the Chat tribe are for the most part terrestrial in their habits, but this is not because the birds are in- capable of perching. The Wheatear, or Chats in general, can perch just as well as the agile Titmouse, and this is borne out in the little Whinchat, a bird more often seen, and whose habits can be far more readily studied, than the above two birds of the wilderness. The real matter of fact is this: if trees were as plentiful in their wild haunts as in the haunts of the Whinchat, we should see THE STONECHAT AND. WHEATEAR. 87 them repair to their branches every bit as frequently as the Whinchat himself. But on the bare moorland, or on the bleak and open common, vegetation is of a.more stunted growth. Thus we see the Wheatear perching on rocky boulders, or old walls, or on the ground, simply because other perching-places are absent, and not because the foot of the bird requires a broad surface to obtain a secure hold. When walking through the haunts of the Wheatear we see the birds perched on the walls or rocks around us slowly jerking their tails, but as we approach them they flit before us, always keeping some distance away, and all the time uttering a lowand plaintive note, resembling, though faintly, the call note of the Stonechat. In the fallow fields they will follow the plough, and feed on the grubs and insects, like the Wagtail. Their food, in addition to worms and grubs, is largely composed of insects and beetles, and we often see the birds sitting motionless, and then with a quick fluttering movement sally into the air for the purpose of securing the insects flying round them, hovering in the air just as buoyantly as our little friend the Flycatcher. May is the Wheatear’s nesting season, and, like the Chats in general, its nest is extremely difficult to find. We may stumble upon it by accident as it lies cleverly concealed under a friendly rock, but may search for hours with fruitless results, although we know for certain it is not faraway. In an old wall, under a large stone, or in the crevices of the surrounding rocks, are excellent places to search forit. When discovered, it will be found to be a very simple structure, made of dry grass, and lined with a little hair. The eggs are four or five in number, sometimes only three, somewhat elongated in form,and, like the Redstart’s, pale blue, and spotless. The 88 RURAL: BIRD LIFE. young Wheatears are tended by their parents for some considerable time after leaving the nest, and when an intruder happens to disturb them the anxiety of their parents is touching in the extreme. The young birds, not so strong upon the wing as their parents, keep alighting close to the observer, and the old birds fly at a considerable height in the air in circles round his head, uttering a short plaintive note, speaking of love and anxiety for their tender brood. When the young are in safety the old birds still follow the observer for some considerable distance. When the heather’s purple flowers are withering and the bracken has partially donned its autumnal hue, the Wheatears are seen in small flocks, and as the month of September draws near its close they congregate in still larger numbers, and finally wing their way southwards ; and though they may tarry for an indefinite period on the downs, or other parts of the south coast, still, up here in Yorkshire, their moorland home knows them not until the following spring. LHE WHINCHAT. AS we wander over the fields when smiling in their early summer garb, we ofttimes see a little bird, dressed out in gay attire, flitting from spray to spray, and gccasionally alighting on the tallest stems of herbage, all the time uttering a monotonous note of z-tZac, u-tac, w-tac-tac-tac. It is the little Whinchat, cousin to the little bird dressed out in still gayer plumage, and whose home is on the barren moor, the sprightly Stonechat to wit. But though the Whinchat occurs abundantly in almost every grass field, still he is found on the wastes of heather on the outskirts of the moorland, or in the large coverts of gorse or whin he finds a home. Perhaps from his frequenting the whin covers he has obtained his name of ‘Whin’ chat, a name, by the way, very applicable. The Whinchat is a somewhat shy and wary little creature, always endeavouring to keep a certain distance away from the observer. They inhabit hedgerows and go RURAL: LARD CLIP: the tall stems of herbage, but are often seen far up the branches of the highest trees. In the pastoral districts upon their arrival they frequent, for the most part, the fallow land, where turnips are being sown, and it is very amusing to see them catch the insects abounding on those situations, after the manner of the Wagtail. He will sometimes be observed sitting apparently motionless on aclod of earth, but if looked at closely, the tail is seen wafting up and down with graceful motion. Suddenly his quick eye detects an insect a few feet away, and with a rapid, half flying half hopping motion, he darts forward and secures it, and then again returns to his original position, where he remains still and motionless as before. In many fields we see trees whose branches almost sweep the ground, and upon these lowly branches the Whinchat delights to rest and bask in the sun. Occasionally we see him sally into the air and catch the passing insects, like the Flycatcher: the beetles which frequent the grass stems are also eaten, and ob- tained while the bird is on the wing. The Whinchat utters his song both when at rest and when fluttering in the air. There is nothing remarkably striking in his performance, his song resembling that of the Redstart, and given forth in a very low tone. Per- haps the Whinchat is one of the first birds to lose its notes. With me he warbles incessantly throughout the month of May, not so frequently as June’s leafy month begins to wane, and ceases altogether by the first week in July, when the young have almost reached maturity. This little chorister is abroad very late in the evening, and when night is about to enroll us in her murky shroud we hear their familiar call notes, w-¢ac, w-tac, tac- tac-tac, sounding from the trees, hedges, and fences, and THE WHINCHAT. 9g! see the author of them flitting hither and thither in the gloom. The Whinchat is certainly a terrestrial bird as far as roosting is concerned. You never find them re- pair to the branches at eventide for the purpose of re- pose, always doing so on the ground. When first they arrive, we find them roosting on the fallows, but as nesting-time approaches they repair to the grass fields for this purpose. By the middle of May the Whinchat is seen in pairs, and a week or so after their nest is completed. If on the moorland, she finds a place to build her nest amongst the heather ; if in the gorse covers, she will repair to the herbage in their midst, and make her little home under some dense and impenetrable whin bush; while if her haunt is the smiling fields, her home is built amongst the grass, sometimes in the centre of the field, or, at others, close to the hedgerows. Deceptive motions form the protective instinct of the little Whinchat, and their nest is seldom discovered by design. Even when the nest is in course of construction their vigilance is by no means relaxed. I have often noticed the actions of the male bird when bringing materials to the nest, and though I have remained quiet and motionless, he would not betray its whereabouts by visiting it. From spray to spray he hops, sometimes sitting motionless for a few moments, and then flying to some distant bush, to utter his monotonous call note; then back again, to alight in the herbage, but reappearing the next moment with the materials still in his beak. Half an hour quickly passes, but well dces he know an enemy is near, and I leave the place, completely vanquished. As we stroll over the grass fields we sometimes stumble on the nest by acci- dent. Let us examine this nest which the female bird has just quitted. We find that a little hole has been 92 RURAL BIRD LIL. formed, in which the nest is built. The nest itself is made of dry grass, a little moss, and lined with fibrous roots and a few horsehairs ; there is nothing very imposing about it, and it is almost buried by the surrounding herb- age It contains six eggs ; many nests only contain four or five ; and at first sight you would almost be led to think that the Hedge Accentor had been there and laid the eggs on which the mother Whinchat was sitting ; but if you examine them closely, you will find they are dif- ferent in form, being pointed at both ends, and then in colouring matter they differ too, by having a ring of light brown spots round the larger end, in some speci- mens so pale as to be scarcely seen. Among the many birds with which I have experimented in respect to placing strange eggs in the nest, the Whinchat is the only bird that expelled the foreign egg. It would be interesting to know from this whether the Cuckoo ever uses this bird’s nest for her purpose. The young are seldom able to fly before the grass is cut, and when the mowers are at work near their nests the anxiety of the parent birds is great. Birds will get used to every sound save that of the gun—it alone sends terror through their ranks. Thus the Rooks will rear their young in the midst of a crowded city ; the House Sparrow amid the deafening roar of a railway station ; or the Swallow and Martin close to the hum of human toil. The Whinchat, too, is no exception. Though the mowing-machine, with its clicking cog-wheels and deafen- ing roar, passes within a few yards of them, they display no alarm whatever, and flit from stem to stein before it. When the grass is all cut the Whinchats become rather more shy, and flit uneasily from swathe to swathe, in- cessantly uttering their call notes, both when flying and when at rest. “They know full well that their deceptive THE WHINCHAT. 93 wo a EE es arts are now of but little avail, and their young, still unable to fly, are helpless and unconcealed. When the young have gained the use of their wings, we see them in little parties attended by their parents, who feed and tend them in this manner for many weeks, as but one brood is reared in the year. The food of the Whinchat is for the most part insects, yet the small worms and grubs on the pastures are also eaten, and though we find bristles round the base of the bill, still they aid it not in securing its insect prey. The Whinchat moults in July and August, and after that season is over they appear in a garb nothing near so rich and beautiful as their wedding dress of the previous spring. Unlike the Stonechat, which is seen here the year throughout, the Whinchat leaves us for the winter the third week in September, but few indeed being seen after the autumnal equinox. THE SPOTTED OR GRAV; FLYCATCHER THE. ‘Spotted sor Gray Flycatcher is “found= qam ais haunts early in the flowery month of May. ’Tis when the beech enshrouds itself in a lovely and delicate garb of green, when the sycamore is clothed with golden leaves, and the wide-spreading chestnut appears a tower- ing mass of foliage, and the mountain ash assumes its vernal garb; when the mighty oak and drooping elm form a leafy bower in which the bird can find seclusion, that he appears in his old haunts, and from their verdant shelter we hear his low and rambling notes as he launches fae CF LTLD OK GKAY- FLYCATCHER, 95 himself into the circumambient air, to feed on the insects, which in fine weather soar in clouds as high or higher than the tallest trees. Though the Spotted Fly- catcher is often found in woods and plantations, still he is most frequently seen on their borders, these situations abounding with his insect-food, which is not found so plentifully in their arboreal depths. Thus we often see him sitting on fences and posts, or flitting about the walls of woods and plantations, and hear his call note from the branches which droop gracefully over into the surround- ing fields. He frequents the neighbourhoed of man’s habitation, too, living in the gardens and orchards ; and a more unobtrusive and quiet little bird it would be difficult to find. The song of the Flycatcher is heard but rarely, and it is uttered in such a low tone as to be scarcely heard a few yards away. It is given forth both when the bird is sitting at rest or when fluttering in the air after insects. It consists of a few rambling notes, and puts you in mind of the Whinchat’s song. Their call notes, too, are very similar to the call notes of the Whinchat, only the first note is not so broad, and the birds utter them when on the wing as well as when stationary. You may often hear them for along time giving forth these call notes of chee-tic, chee-tic, chee-tic-tic-tic, in rapid succession, from one perching-place, and if you notice the birds closely you find that every now and then the tail is wafted to and fro with graceful motion. The Flycatcher is, as his name implies, a deadly foe to insect life. We often see him sitting motionless on the decayed limb of a tree, or on a low stump or fence, or not unfrequently on the ivy-covered wall, looking as if he were dozing away the blazing hours of noonday. But the Flycatcher’s inactivity is a treacherous calm, and 96 ROKAL, LARD ALTE: his bright and piercing eye is ever on the watch, and woe betide the unlucky insect that happens to flit un- consciously by. ‘With a bound, the ever wary bird flutters into the air, and, circling about for a moment, we hear, if stationed near at hand, the sharp snap of his bill as it seizes the tempting morsel. Flycatchers are ’ often seen hovering in airy flight over the meadow grass, every now and then alighting to secure the small insects and beetles lurking on the stems of herbage. ‘They will sometimes pursue an unusually large insect for fifty yards or more, and then we see the Flycatcher’s peculiar flight to perfection. ‘This bird is not the only one who secures its food in this manner, for Chaffinches, Warblers, Pipits, Whinchats, and Wagtails are frequently seen in the air doing likewise. ‘The Flycatcher is often seen on manure heaps, feeding on the small beetles, like the well-known Chaffinch. They are also seen searching old walls for food, by fluttering before and occasionally clinging to them. In examining the Flycatcher you will notice a few bristles round the gape, and many writers will inform you that these bristles aid the bird in securing his food. But this is an error, as there are many birds equally expert at flycatching who have not a single one. The nest of the Flycatcher is found in various situa- tions. You see it ina cleft of the rugged bark of some hoary elm, or placed on some convenient bough of the stately oak; on old walls, amongst ivy, in the branches of the pear tree growing up the garden wall, or even in the trelliswork beside your threshold, amongst the climbing woodbine and rose, and always supported on one side at least. Let us examine one of their nests, built in a crevice of the bark of this stately elm. The outside is composed of coarseand dry grass, a little moss, Die Se Ontre Oh GRAY FLYCATCHER. 97 and several pieces of twine, cotton, and worsted, art- fully wove all round the structure. There are also a few feathers, and here and there portions of spiders’ webs and the wings of insects. The inside is composed of a few fine rootlets and a thick lining of hersehair, and is but two inches across. The eggs, four, five, or even six in number, are of a pale greenish ground colour, blotched and spotted with various shades of reddish - brown. Some specimens are encircled with a ring of co our- ing matter round the large end ; others have the colour- ing more evenly distributed ; while yet, again, many are clouded all over with pale red. Many eggs of the Flycatcher closely resemble those of the Robin. F'y- catchers not unfrequently commence sitting as soon as the first egg is deposited, and you often find their nests containing fresh eggs and eggs in which the embryos are considerably developed. Silence is displayed by the Flycatcher as a protective power. The young are fed on insect food, and when fully fledged differ considerably from their parents, by being ‘ spotted’ Flycatchers in the true sense of the word.. I do not consider that any particularity in the young of any species of birds should contribute to, or influence, the naming of the adult birds. The Flycatcher when at maturity is not what you might call spotted, for you _ only find a few spots on the head, and one or two streaks on the breast, therefore the name of ‘gray’ Flycatcher is much more preferable. When the young can leave the nest they still keep in the company of their parents, and we see them in the late summer months in little parties, perched on fences or the lower branches, flitting away as we approach, occasionally catching the insects or uttering their pleas- ing call notes. We find them most active early in the H 98 RORAL BIRD TIPE, morning and at nightfall. It is a pleasing sight to glance down the sunny glades in early morn, when the leaves of the trees are glowing in the light, and the countless numbers of insects flit hither and thither in the bright sunlight, and watch the Flycatchers obtain their morning meal. The Flycatcher stays with us but a short five months, for when their haunts are painted by the bewitching colours which come attendant with September, they make ready for their journey, and by the end of the month they leave us, to spend the winter in company with their migratory congeners in the northern tropic. LAE BLACKCAr AND WAITETHROATS. 99 LE BLACKCAP AND WHITETHROATS. OF all the little songsters that regularly visit us every season, the little Blackcap is first to arrive. He is seen amongst the evergreens, or hopping about the naked hawthorn hedges early in April, and, like the Warblers in general, he arrives some little time before his mate, and seldom or never sings before her arrival. You can tell him by his rich and varied song, or, better still, by his jet black crown: his mate, however, does not wear a ‘black cap,’ but on the crown of her head is a patch of reddish-brown. The Blackcap is seen in shrubberies, woods, gardens, tangled hedgerows, and lanes in which brambles are prominent. But, wherever found, he is a shy and wary little creature, and upon the least alarm seeks the shelter of the densest vegetation. How rich and melodious is the song of the Blackcap Sylva! His song is given forth on the topmost branches of the tallest trees, on the more lowly shrubs, and from the midst of the dank and dense vegetation where he builds his nest. His notes are varied, ay, almost as much so as the vernal notes of the Song-thrush. Of the peculiar richness of its tone no pen can adequatelv speak, while its loud tones, to one not familiar with this graceful little chorister, ap- pear as though a much larger bird were uttering them. In the vernal year I have heard him sing as loud as the Thrush. If you wish to see this little warbler in the act 2 100 RURAL BIRD. TIPE. of singing, you must steal a march upon him by noise- lessly creeping amongst the dense undergrowth, and, provided you advance with cautious step and slow, your wish will be gratified. You find he sings as he wanders over the branches in his search for insects, or remains stationary for minutes together, engaged in pouring forth his notes, his little throat quivering, his head turning from side to side, as if conscious of your presence, and his jet black plumage contrasting richly with the golden greens of the vernal vegetation around. And then how beautifully this little creature modulates his music! We hear a soft plaintive note, sounding as though its author were a hundred yards away : gradually it rises in its tone: we think the bird is coming nearer: louder and louder become the notes, till they sound as if a Blackbird, Song- thrush, Wren, Robin, and Warbler were all singing to- cether. We happen to cast our eyes in the branches above us, and there we see this little blackcapped song- ster, and after watching him, we find that all these lovely notes, low and soft, loud and full, come from his little throat alone, and when at the same distance from us. The Blackcap is erroneously thought by some to be a mimic or imitator of other species. In his song I can trace notes of the Wren, Robin, Thrush, and Blackbird, but from this circumstance I must not set him down as an imitator of those species, simply because some of his notes happen to resemble theirs. The Starling is the same, and however much this bird will imitate other species when in confinement, still 1 am convinced that in fere nature, his notes, though resembling other species, are strictly his own. Though the Blackcap arrives here so early, still we seldom find his nest before the latter end of May and beginning of June. We must seek it in the most THE BLACKCAP AND WHITETHKOARPB. or secluded parts of his haunt, on the banks of the trout stream meandering through the woods, where the brambles and briars grow in uncurbed luxuriance ; so, too, in the tangled hedgerows, and not unfrequently amongst the dense shelter of the holly’s foliage. It is made of dry grass stems, leaf-stalks, a little moss, coarse roots and cobwebs, and lined with a few horsehairs The nest, although slight, and though it can be seen through with the greatest ease, is compact and well built and beautifully rounded. Man requires a pair of com- passes to form a truthful circle, but this little creature, aided by no contrivance save its bill and feet, forms a circle beautifully true in all its measurements. Most wonderful are the nests of the feathered tribe, and par- ticularly so when minutely examined. Truly indeed are they a study in themselves, fraught with the highest interest. ‘he Blackcap’s eggs are four or five in number, sometimes only three, dull white in ground colour, speckled and blotched with greenish-brown, and some- times streaked with deep brown. The male bird often sits upon the nest, probably as much as the female, and we find that silence is the power they most frequently put in force for the protection of their eggs or young, although the female bird will often use pugnacious motions, approaching an intruder with ruffled feathers, and uttering sharp hissing cries. When the young are hatched, the parent birds become still more anxious, and much of their habitual shyness disappears until their offspring reach maturity. After the young are reared, you seldom or never hear the male bird’s' song. But one brood is reared in the year, and if their first nest is de- stroyed a fresh one is made, but the eggs seldom exceed three. The food of the Blackcap is not confined to insects 102 oe RURAL BIRD EIFFEL, alone, for various berries are eaten, notably those of the ivy, and the fruit gardens, too, are visited for sustenance. It would thus seem that the Blackcap, adapting itself as it does to various forms of food, would, like the Robin or Wren, remain with us throughout the winter ; but after the middle of August they gradually decrease in numbers, and I never see them later than the autumnal equinox, a period, by the way, which marks the dis- appearance of many of our birds of passage. Closely resembling the Blackcap is the Whitethroat, but no black or rufous covering adorns the head of the male or female. When the hedgerows are almost en- shrouded in foliage, and the thick undergrowth is gain- ing vigour under the beams of the vernal sun, we hear the little Whitethroat giving forth his discordant cries as he threads his way through the tangled vegetation. A bird loving retirement and the thick matted fences, still he is by no means shy, nay, almost as trustful as the little Willow Warblers themselves, We find the White- throat in small numbers on the lonely moors, as well as round the hedgerows, but in the latter situations he is most common. On the moors he frequents the bushes. I am of opinion that the male Whitethroats do not generally sing at the time of arrival, but after a few days, probably when the females have arrived, we hear them giving forth occasional snatches of melody ; and as the month of May rolls on they utter their varied song much oftener, and in strains of greater power and richness, Early in June the Whitethroat may be said to be in full song. His song in parts is indescribably sweet, and I know of no migratory songster, the little Willow Warbler excepted, that sings so boldly and in such exposed situa- tions. He ofttimes poises himself on the topmost spray of a bush or tree, and warbles long and loud: he is not LAE BLACKCAP AND WHITETHROATS. 03 shy, and you can approach him closely when so engaged. The Whitethroat, like many other songsters, sings as he flies, and I often see him, when flying from hedge to hedge, soar up in the air and utter notes much freer than when at rest. He is rarely heard to sing after the third week in July. The Whitethroat, though essentially an insect feeder, must still, however, rank as one of the fruit-eating Warblers. Upon their arrival they feed upon insects and their larvee, on which their young are also reared ; but when the fruit is ripe we see the Whitethroats regaling themselves in the fruit gardens. Wheat is fruit to them, and when that grain is in its soft creamy stage, previous to ripening, we see the Whitethroats devouring it greedily. Insects, too, which infest corn-fields, particularly the fly known as ‘daddy long legs,’ are at the same time preyed upon. The Whitethroat is very often seen capturing insects like the Flycatcher, and running and creeping over trees and shrubs, like the Titmouse or Creeper. Although the Whitethroat arrives here comparatively early in the year, still it is one of the latest birds to breed. Most, if not all, of our summer migratory birds are late breeders, and this is partly owing to the fact that all, or nearly all, breed in secluded places ; and as the vegetation in which they find seclusion is not suffh- ciently dense until very late in the spring, or even early summer, to nest earlier in the season would be quite at variance with their retiring habits. But at the same time food is very probably another cause of late breed- ing, for the young are perhaps fed upon food which only makes its appearance at certain times. By the second week in May the Whitethroat is in pairs, and soon after that date we find their flimsy net-like abode. In the brambles creeping in wild confusion over a waste bit of 1O4 RURALVEIROSEIPE. ground, by the sides of the hedgerows in the thorns and tangled grass, amongst heaps of hedge clippings, and in nettles and in the hedgerows, but always well concealed by surrounding vegetation, we find it; sometimes six feet or more from the ground, at other times but a few inches. It is made of the finer kinds of dry grass stems, and lined with a few fibrous rootlets and a little horse- hair; though a flimsy looking structure in the extreme, still strong enough for its purpose. The eggs, very seldom more than five in number, are dull greenish- white, with greenish-brown and very faint purple blotches, also a few deep brown specks, very often forming a zone round the larger end. The Whitethroat, as a rule, displays silence as a protective power, but once away from the vicinity of her nest, she is one of the noisiest little birds we meet. As soon as the young can fly they are abandoned by their parents, who likewise separate ; and then we see the Whitethroat asa solitary bird, living alone until the time of migration arrives. In the moulting season, which invariably takes place in July and August, the Whitethroat becomes a very shy and retiring little creature, seldom venturing far from its home in the tangled hedgerows. So silent do the birds now keep, that we are apt to think they have departed for the south, but in a few weeks we find them lively and trustful as ever, but with this difference, the males no longer flit from spray to spray, uttering their charming song. By the second week in September, sometimes a little sooner, the unerring and resistless impulse that sent the little Whitethroat so far for the purpose of rearing its young, again calls upon it to return to the land from whence it came. Thovgh food be in abundance and the weather calm and genial, still at the allotted time it leaves us for southern shores. I am THE BLACKCAT AND: WHITETHROATS.. 105 satisfied that the Whitethroats perform their migrations in the night. They will be seen in plenty in the hedge- rows one day, and the next not a single bird is seen, and their well-known cries are heard no more. The third of these little choristers now before us is the Lesser Whitethroat, a bird, as its name implies, a Whitethroat, but slightly smaller than the one whose life history has just been traced. Like its congener, it is a migratory bird, and arrives a little later in the year, seldom being seen before May. It is a shy and wary little creature enough, only inhabiting the most tangled hedgerows, the deepest woods and dells, or most impene- trable thickets ; and though absolutely common nowhere, still I suspect its retiring nature and unobtrusiveness combined cause it to be looked upon as a much rarer bird than it really ts. It is only by exercising the utmost caution that you can observe this little creature, for on the least alarm it instantly darts into the thickest cover, and there remains until the intruder retires. I sometimes succeed in watching him when seeking for food. I have seen him when so en- gaged amongst the dense branches of the tallesttrees, from which he sometimes sallies on fluttering wings to secure the passing insects. Though the common or greater _ Whitethroat may often be seen on the fruit trees, in the garden, still I seldom or never see the smaller species, as it probably contents itself with the various wild fruits growing in itshaunts. The Lesser Whitethroat is another very late breeder. When the vegetation in its haunts is enclosed in its summer wreath, the little birds seek out a nesting-site. It has not far to go, the nesting materials are at hand. Concealment and seclusion are the two main things required, and the brambles or thickets, the ‘opmost branches of a tangled hedgerow, or the bushes 106 KROURALS BIRD LILE, bordering the stream in some shaded dell, admirably supply the want. The nest you will find to be a very small and fragile structure and beautifully rounded, and nothing near so deep, accordingly, as the nest of the larger species. It is made of fine grass stems, artfully wove together, enclosing the neighbouring. twigs, and lined with a few fibrous rootlets. He who studies the nests of birds, and views them as structures adapted in every particular to the requirements of their feathered owners, will probably pause, and stand perplexed, when viewing the nests of these delicate sylvan birds. Here he will find a netlike structure, almost as loose and fragile as the spiders web, containing the eggs or helpless young of a most delicate bird, while in yonder shrub the sturdy Chaffinch is rearing her young ina nest made of the warmest materials. We might pursue the subject a? /bztum with the same results, but the cause we are as yet unable to determine. The eggs of the Lesser Whitethroat are four or five in number, and of course rather smaller than the eggs of the larger species. They are dull white in ground colour, blotched and spotted with deep brown and greenish-brown markings. When the nest is approached the female bird displays her silent protective instinct, and remains brooding motionless over her treasure until almost touched by the hand. Her mate, too, when danger threatens, speedily appears, and both the birds hop anxiously from twig to twig, uttering their harsh and monotonous call notes. You will notice that the more frequently the nest is visited the more wary the birds become, and when their nest is approached the mother bird at once quits it, and, threading her way silently through the foliage, appears a short distance away in company with her mate; and should you further alarm TH BLACKCAP AND WHITETHROATS. 107 them, they seek safety in the deepest recesses of their haunts. I am satisfied that the Lesser Whitethroat is another of those birds unable to distinguish its own eggs from the eggs of other species. I have placed the eggs of the Willow Warbler in the nest of this bird after removing the rightful eggs, and they have been attended to with the greatest care. Throughout the early sum- mer months the male Whitethroat contributes to the melody which fills the grove at that delightful time, but he seldom or never sings after the young can fly. As the Lesser Whitethroat is of so shy and retiring a nature, it is difficult to mention the exact time of their depar- ture, but there is small doubt but what the little creatures leave us for the south by the latter end of August or beginning of September, soon after the autumnal moult is completed. THE WILLOW, WARBLER. Or all the feathered choristers that follow the sun in his northern journey, the little Willow Warbler is my special favourite. His trustfulness, delicate appearance, graceful motions, and unassuming ga1b, together with his plaintive song and call notes, all give me pleasure, and it is with delight I welcome him in the fresh and vernal month of April. He arrives here sometimes as soon as the first, while at other times he is not seen until the third week in the month ; and, like the Warblers in general, the males make their appearance first, but do not sing until the arrival of their mates. I know not how far naturalists will agree with me with regard to these birds migrating in the night, but here they in- variably appear to doso. You find the Willow Warbler in woods, fields, coppices, plantations, gardens, and pleasure grounds, but very rarely on the wild and barren moor. .They frequent as a rule the lower THE WILLOW WARBLER. 109 ee vegetation, exploring every branch and twig in search of their insect prey, the males occasionally stopping to warble forth their notes as they sit delicately poised on some slender spray. You see the birds to advantage when perched amongst the fresh and vernal foliage of the birch just as it is emerging into leaf. Their plumage resembles the surrounding foliage, and their delicate form and graceful actions harmonise with the slender twigs and branches. I know of few birds indeed which possess so sweet a song as this frail little creature. It is plaintive and soothing in the extreme, being so soft and rich in its tone, commencing with a low and sweet ‘fwee-fwee-tivee, and as the song approaches its end the notes swell louder and richer, and finally cease in so low a strain as to be scarcely audible a few yards away. He some- times utters his song when flying through the air or when coursing over the slender branches. He sings incessantly throughout the spring and early summer, but in July and August we seldom hear it save at the morning’s dawn, and by the end of the latter month it is lost in the autumnal moult, to be regained, however, when that season is passed, in all its former beauty—a circumstance found in no other migratory Warbler that I am acquainted with, and, as far as I can determine, an overlooked fact in the life history of this little sylvan wanderer. Their call notes too are singularly low and plaintive, and uttered when the birds are in motion or when at rest. The trustfulness of the little Willow Warbler is surprising. Seat yourself on some grassy bank in his haunts, and you will be enabled to observe his motions with ease. He will approach the bushes whose branches droop over you, and seek his food within reach of your IIO RURAL BIRDLIFE. hand. See with what nicety he poises upon the slender twigs ; notice the agility he displays in exploring every branch, now stopping to secure some insect or its larvae, or pausing to utter his charming song. He visits the old ivy-covered walls as well, in whose crevices he finds abundant food, and mark how nimbly he explores the many crannies, drawing forth the spiders lurking there. Now he sits motionless after the manner of the Flycatcher, to dart into the air at the first passing insect, securing it with becoming agility and ease. You not unfrequently see him exploring the bark of some noble son of the forest, for he can do so just as easily as the sombre clothed little Creeper himself. If you closely observe him, when so engaged, you find his motions more or less spiral, and unlike the Creeper, who invariably ascends a tree in a straight or nearly straight course. By this peculiar motion the Willow Warbler gains an ample meal, for let the observer examine the bark of mast trees, and he will be surprised at the quantity of insect life lurking there. The food of the Willow Warbler from its arrival until July is composed of insects and larvee, but when the fruit is ripe they forsake for the most part their woodland haunts, and subsist upon the sweet and luscious produce of the garden. But even in the fruit season they are deadly foes to insects, and one in particular, namely the ‘daddy long legs, which sometimes occurs in such numbers as almost to amount to a plague, the grass and bushes swarming with them. The infinite amount of good all birds perform is manifest to every careful observer of them. In what state would the surrounding fields and gardens be if it were not for the army of small birds which tenant them? I dare not hazard a conjecture as to the probable end of vegetation on the fair hills and THE WILLOW WARBLER. 1 ys valleys of our country if those insect hunters were no more. . The Willow Warbler pairs annually, as a rule, a few days after the arrival of the females, but nest building is not commenced at once. During the mating season you sometimes see them chase each other with startling rapidity, darting unharmed through all the intricacies of the tangled undergrowth with the rapidity of a meteor. May, with its expanding buds and flowery train, arrives, and the little birds must see about their all important purpose. Though you see them far up amongst the mighty branches, yet they do not aspire to such a lofty site for their abode. On some cosy bank amongst the trailing brambles, along the hedgerow side, or even far away in the centre of the mowing grass, they find a place adapted to their wants. The nest of this bird is but rarely, very rarely, found built at any height from the eround. I have however seen their nest several feet from the ground, but the instance is solitary in my experience. The nest in question was built partly on a stone jutting out of an ivy-covered wall, and partly supported by the stem of a small hawthorn tree. It was embosomed in the ivy’s glossy foliage, one of whose creeping branches formed its main support: it contained four eggs. The nest of the Willow Warbler is a very loose structure, and once removed from its original position, will bear but the most delicate usage. It is composed ofdry grass, a few withered leaves, and lined first with horsehair and rootlets, and thena plentiful bed of feathers. I once took a nest of this bird carefully to pieces, and in it I found two hundred feathers of various sizes, but chiefly of a downy texture, of the Blackbird, Thrush, Rook, domestic Duck, and poultry. Besides these there were countless hairs of horse and cow, coarse and fine grass, scraps of moss, and TI2 RURAL, BIRD DIRE. afew dry leaves—by the way, a somewhat varied assort- ment. The nest is more open than the Chiffchaff, and appears as if overturned, the eggs being laid on the side. Notwithstanding the number of journeys the little builders have to perform in conveying materials, the nest is ready for its purpose the fourth or fifth day after its commence- ment. Wary indeed are the little owners when approach- ing their nest with materials. You sometimes see them with a feather, for instance, and observe how they hop from spray to spray, conscious of your presence, and uneasy for the safety of their still unfinished nest. Keep motionless and have patience, and the little creatures will gain confidence and visit their nest. But do not, I pray you, take the advantage of their confiding nature to destroy .their handiwork. See and admire it, and leave it to them, for to blast the hopes of the little owners would be cruel indeed. Their eggs are six or seven in number, sometimes only four, of a pure and glossy white, blotched and spotted with reddish-brown: some spe- cimens are more faintly marked than others. Before the contents of the egg are removed they possess a faint and beautiful tinge of pink. Silence is the Willow Warbler’s general form of protective instinct, and you never hear her utter a sound of any description when leav- ing her nest. The Willow Warbler will care for and rear the young of other species with as much care as her own. I once inserted a young Whitethroat in the nest of a Willow Warbler containing one young one, and the parent bird attended both her own offspring and the young Whitethroat with every care; but either a weasel, or that sly and prying animal the rat, destroyed both the nestlings, and prevented me having the pleasure of witnessing the young Whitethroat grow up to maturity under such novel circumstances. Young Willow War- THE WILLOW WARBLER. 113 blers are abandoned by their parents when able to fly, and the birds for the most part lead a solitary life. The little Willow Warblers tarry on our bleak northern shores long after many of their soft-billed congeners have departed for southern climes. They leave us by the latter end of September, and when I miss these little songsters flitting gracefully from spray to spray, I feel as though I had lost a number of friends ; for what engaging little creatures these Willow Warblers are. With the motions of the Flycatcher, Creeper, and Titmouse ; with their own charming song and actions ; with their active fairy-like aspect, and with their harm- less and trustful disposition, they shall ever havea friend in me. ‘So little African wanderer, sweetest of all thy sylvan race, rest here, each time Nature’s mandates send thee northwards, in peace and safety.’ SEDGE WARBLER. WOOD WREN, CHIFFCHAFF, AND SEDGE WARBLER. THERE is perhaps no group of birds which will more puzzle the young naturalist than the two former of the three birds now before us, and the little Willow Warbler treated with in the preceding pages; for it is only by the closest observation we can distinguish them. The Wood Wren is conspicuous by his large size and bright yellow plumage, and the Chiffchaff is much the dullest clothed in this pretty trio. But neither of these two birds sings so low and plaintive as our little friend the Willow Warbler. First, then, we will takethe Wood Warbler or Wood Wren, and if the reader wishes to acquaint himself with this pretty species he must seek it in the woods and shrubberies. Sometimes, though rarely however, we see it in the fields, the lanes, or the gardens, between the months of May and September. To go at other times . would be useless, for the Wood Wren, like its two con- WOOD WREN, CHIFFCHAFF & SEDGE WARBLER. 115 ee ee eee eee geners, is a migratory species. With much the same motions as the Willow Warbler we see them cours- ing over the surrounding vegetation, exploring every branch and twig in search of their insect prey ; but perhaps the Wood Wren is more often seen in the branches of the surrounding trees than the Willow Warbler. Right up in the leafy crowns of the forest trees we see him hopping hither and thither amongst the foliage, occasionally pausing to utter his loud, wild, and varied song, which echoes through the leafy arches of the woods, and fills the air around with gladness. If it be pairing time, their music is heard from every bower, now varied by the Willow Warbler’s plaintive trills, and anon by the more loud and piercing notes of the Chiffchaff. The Wood Wren is not a gregarious species, nor does it pair for life, and every season for a short time after its arrival it leads a life of solitude. But when both sexes have arrived—for be it known the males arrive a little the soonest—and recruited their failing strength, the serious business of the year is commenced. By resist- less impulse each and every bird seeks the company of a mate, and together they seek a suitable place in which to build their little home. Under some hazel bush, by the side of the stream, or on the banks of a shaded dell, a place meeting their requirements is found. A small cavity is quickly made, and the nest, formed of dry grasses and a little moss, is soon completed. The young naturalist, however puzzling the birds may be, cannot easily confound the nest of the Wood Wren with that of the Chiffchaff or Willow Warbler. It differs from them by having no lining of feathers. Five eggs are most often found, though sometimes the nest contains but three or four. They are, of course, much 12 116 RURAL BIRD LIFE. larger than those of the Willow Warbler, and more richly coloured, being of a pure white, spotted and streaked with deep reddish-brown. Unlike the Whitethroat and Blackcap Sylva, the Wood Warbler and Chiffchaff subsist, as far as I can determine, on insects alone. I seldom see the Wood Wren after the first week in September, and never hear his notes after the young have reached maturity. The second little chorister is the smallest of the Willow Warblers found in Britain, and he is also dressed in the most sober garb. We find them in the same haunts as the Willow Warbler, and their habits, too, are very similar to that bird, but they are nothing near so plentiful. Early, very early sometimes, in April he makes his appearance ; and such a frail little creature he is too. How those feeble wings support him on his long journey seems incredible, but such it is. You find he seldom or never sings just upon his arrival, and remains silent until the appearance of the female birds, at whose advent his song commences. You can scarcely term the music of the Chiffchaff a song—the only notes he utters are the monotonous cries of chiff ch-a-ff, chiff ch-a-ff, from which he takes his name. He utters them as he wanders from branch to branch, and will sometimes sit motionless for half an hour or more, uttering these monotonous notes. Still, monotonous as they are, I always think that they harmonise beautifully with the notes of other birds that fill the woodlands with sweetest sounds. These harsh sounds only help to increase the power and beauty of more favoured songs, and in Nature’s fastnesses there is not a sound, be it ever so harsh and discordant, but what chimes beautifully and harmoniously in with other and sweeter music, and the varied surroundings. WOOD WREN, CHIFFCHAFF & SEDGE WARBIER. 117 The Chiffchaff frequents both the lower bushes and the branches of the tallest trees, showing in this respect a variance to the habits of the Willow Warbler. He is a far shyer species, too, and flies rapidly off to the deepest solitudes should you alarm him. By sitting quiet and motionless, however, he will approach you, and reward your patience with a glimpse of his fragile little form. I have long thought that here, at least, the Chiff- chaff’s race is dying out, and that the Willow Warbler is replacing him. Season after season he seems to occur in lessening numbers, and his loud cries disturb his favourite haunts less frequently year by year. His shy and retiring habits—for in one so closely related to the Willow Warbler we should expect a corresponding degree of trustfulness—also seem to show that his presence in these parts is drawing to a close. On the other hand, the Willow Warblers proportionately increase, and almost every spray sends forth their plaintive songs of gladness. I can almost trace an instance in these de- licate sylvan songsters where Nature’s fierce and hidden contests are exposed to view—favouring one race for the time being, and causing the other to pass slowly and silently, and it may be finally, away. The grain of favour is in the balance of the Willow Warbler, and the Chiffchaff is undoubtedly affected by it. Like the red man who roamed for untold ages through the wilds of America, its race, in its now existing form, is passing away. Like most migratory warblers, the Chiffchaff is a late breeder, and May is well advanced ere we find its nest. It is often situated amongst the herbage on a bank, under the wide trailing brambles up the hedgerow sides, or far from man’s habitation in the thickest woods. 118 RURAL BIRD LTPE. The Chiffchaff does not confine itself to the ground alone for a nesting-site, and we not unfrequently find its home some two or three feet from it. Unlike its congener, the Wood Wren, the little Chiffchaff makes a substantial nest, and its young require a bed of softest feathers. The eggs are four or five in number, and differ from those of the Willow Warbler by being slightly smaller, rather more pointed, and the markings of a deeper and richer red, very often forming a zone round the larger end. When the young no longer need their parents’ aid the union between the parents ceases its mysterious power, and old and young alike separate, probably for ever. They leave us somewhere about the time the Willow Warblers take their departure for the south, which is seldom much later than the autumnal equinox. The Sedge Warbler is another songster that regularly visits us every spring. He isa lover of marshy places, and delights to find seclusion amongst the dense under- wood skirting the banks of pools and streams. Amongst the ever murmuring reeds and sedges also he finds a fitting haunt, and his rich and varied song is often heard trilling forth from their verdant fastnesses. He is a bird whose only aim appears to be the shunning of man’s approaches, and it is very often indeed only by his notes that we know he is at hand. You sometimes hear him singing so loudly as to appear as if he were but a few inches away, and it is only by the most diligent search that you succeed in finding him, so still and motionless does he keep, and so unassuming is his plumage. The Sedge Warbler is often mistaken for the Nightin- gale, partly on account of his song, and partly because he ofttimes warbles in the hours of night. But to those who have been fortunate enough to hear the lovely WOOD WREN, CHIFFCHAFF & SEDGE WARBLER. 119 strains of Philomela he is but a sorry substitute. There seems to be a vague idea amongst persons unlearned in the ways and doings of the feathered race that no bird, the Nightingale excepted, sings at night. But this isan error, for many birds, notably the Warblers, pour forth some of their sweetest strains under a star-spangled sky, The Sedge Warbler appears to live entirely on insect life. You sometimes see him take a short flight over the surface of the water and secure an insect, and then return to his perching-place. He also explores the branches and twigs, likewise the reedy places and coarse vegetation bordering the waters. We find their nest sometimes placed in the thick branches of the hedgerow bordering a stream, at other times we see it in the brambles growing in wild confusion in his marshy haunts, or in the bushes and woodbine drooping over the water. It is but a small and simple structure, made of a few dry grass stems, sometimes sedgy plants, and often lined with a few hairs. The eggs, usually four or five in number, are something similar to a Whitethroat’s egg, and about the same size, but are more clouded, and generally streaked with deep brown. Some specimens are beautifully marbled over with olive green. The old birds leave their charge as silently as possible, | as is the case with all birds of the family of Warblers, and by this means the nest, appearing as it often does but a tuft of withered grass, is very often passed un- noticed by an intruder. As the Sedge Warbler appears to lose his notes after the young reach maturity, and as he is such a shy and retiring little creature, it is difficult to say when he leaves us. But as I always fail to find him in places most favoured by his presence in September, I conclude that he leaves us for the south during the latter part of August. THE GOLD-CRESTED KINGEET. THE little Gold Crest is a notable bird, inasmuch as he is the smallest feathered creature found in Britain. His small size inno way diminishes his beauty, and he boasts a crest brighter than any other British songster, save indeed his near relation the Fire Crest. He frequents the fir woods and plantations, also the birch coppices and shubberies, and, though seemingly frail and delicate, braves ail the rigours of our northern winter with apparent comfort. The Gold Crest being such a small and frail little creature, we should suppose would delay its nesting duties until the middle of summer; but this is not so. I am convinced that birds rear their young at times when the food which brings them to maturity occurs in greatest abundance. The food of the Gold Crest consists for the CHE, GOLI-CRESTED. KINGLET. 121 A ee ee most part of the insects abounding amongst the buds and twigs of trees, as well as those flying through the air, hence his food is always attainable (and this doubtless is the reason he remains throughout the winter menths), and his young can be reared so early in the season. The fir woods and deepest shrubberies are the breed- ing grounds of the Gold Crest. Early, very early in April, sometimes even in March, we hear the love song of the male, perhaps as he hangs suspended and head down- wards from a drooping spray, or amongst the gloomy branches hidden from view, or not unfrequently when fly- ing through the air. The song itself is a shrill though pleasing one, and when coupled with the plaintive notes of the Willow Warbler, forms music as rich and sweet as any the grove can boast. The nest of this species is as charming in its beauty as its little owners. It is most frequently placed upon the drooping end of a fir bough, or sometimes amongst the. feathery foliage of the yew. Picture to yourself a green mossy Chaffinch’s nest with- out the lichens, and you have a tolerably good idea of the Gold Crest’s cradle, with this exception, that the nest is partially a domed one. The foliage on the selected branch is woven skilfully amongst the materials of the nest. It is lined with a thick and downy bed of feathers, and the eggs are from five to eight in number. As you may suppose, the eggs are very small, far smaller than a Wren’s, and of a delicate reddish-white, speckled with tiny red marks, although some specimens are pure and spotless. Mimicry is the Gold Crest’s form of protective instinct, and note how well she follows it, her nest appear- ing nought but a tangled mass of foliage. The Gold Crest is also a close sitter, and one of the most trustful birds whilst nesting that I am acquainted with; for the mother bird will often only quit her home when the p22 RURAL BILD! PIPE, branch which sustains it is shaken violently, and even then she goes but a little distance away, so that you have good opportunity of examining the parent and her handiwork at the same time. You would probably think that so many young birds in so small a nest are hard pressed for room, yet this is never so; and if you ex- amine them closely you find all comfortable and con- tented in their mossy home, which is swayed hither and thither by every breeze that murmurs through the pine woods in its passage from the hills above, awaiting the advent of their parents with food. The food of the Gold Crest is composed partly of animal and partly of vegetable substances, although the former largely predominates. Insects ofall kinds inhabit- ing trees are preyed upon, and also those flying through the air, which the birds secure in the same manner as the Flycatcher, by sallying into the air. In the autumn months various small seeds are eaten, as the birch and heather, and many of the smaller berries. It is in the balmy days of autumn that we have the best opportunity of studying the motions of the Gold Crest. It is then and throughout the winter that we see them in the hedgerows.. The birds almost invariably keep in pairs, and flit from bush to bush, now in the centre, now on its topmost spray, then again diving into its leafy depths, our only sign of its presence being the trembling twigs which mark out its course. If you seriously alarm them you find they at once seek seclusion amongst the thickest foliage, and there remain for some considerable time. But it is in the birch woods, when October’s mellow month paints those lovely trees in yellow of the brightest dye, that we notice these charm: ing little creatures in greatest abundance. There we see them in pairs or little parties exploring the twigs of THE GOLD-CRESTED KINGLET. 123 the birch for insects, and sometimes ejecting the seeds like the Titmouse. Their low, sweet, but singularly piercing call notes are heard in all directions. You look to the oak tree, standing forth in solitary grandeur, and think they are there, but you cannot perceive them ; you scan the branches of a distant shrub, and think you have found them at last, but in vain. Indeed, they appear to be wherever you happen to direct your attention; their notes are so shrill and piercing, ay, almost as much so as the cries of the bat winnowing his way through the still air of a summer evening ; while after all they are within a few yards of you, it may be feet, probably exploring the branches of the tree beside which you are standing. Sometimes the sunlight catches on their fiery streak of plumage on the crown of the head, causing it to shine with metallic splendour like burnished gold. . Now they hop -from branch to branch; then, fluttering in the air, they catch a passing insect, and with feeble though piercing notes pass on to the next bush, for they seem to prefer the lower branches and bushes to the tops of the trees, though if repeatedly disturbed they take refuge in the tallest trees. Now they hang suspended from a long slender twig, their weight causing it to swing to and fro with graceful motion ; and then on fluttering pinion they hover above some tempting seed case or bud, which promises to reward their search. Now they drop silently into the heather and explore its wiry branches in search of seeds and insects, or chase each other in sportive glee, darting like animated meteors through the branches. Now they alight in the gorse bushes and hop from spray to spray, their lovely crests appearing like the golden blooms. As the males, conspicuous by their brighter crests, course over the twigs, they sometifmes, autumn though it be, burst out into song, and utter a few notes 124 RURAL BIRD LIFE. of matchless beauty. Ever in motion, like the Tits, birds by the way they most closely resemble in habits and motions, truly they are engaging little creatures, and their trustfulness is probably greater than any other feathered denizen of the grove. In the autumn and winter months our resident Gold Crests are largely increased in numbers by birds from the cold and dreary north. ‘Though this species cannot be called gregarious, it is eminently a social one, for not only does it associate with its own kind, but with the Tits, the Willow Warblers, and other little songsters, although at the close of day you seldom or never see more than a pair roost in company. In the autumn and winter the peren- nial foliage of the evergreen is their only roosting-place at night. GREAT TITMOUSE. THE GREAT TITMOUSE AND BLUE TITMOUSE. You may easily recognise a Titmouse, no matter of what species, from any other bird that frequents the trees and hedgerows, by its incessant activity, and the infinite variety of the attitudes it assumes. ‘The Great Titmouse, or Ox Eye, as he is otherwise called, is a well- known and very handsome bird. He is not quite the size of a Sparrow, and you can instantly recognise him 126 RURAL BIRD LIFE. by the broad streak of black plumage which reaches from the chest to the vent. He is found commonly in woods, plantations, shrubberies, gardens, and orchards ; we also see him on the hedgerows in the autumn and winter months most frequently ; but in the upland wild he is never found, the presence of trees and shrubs being imperative to his haunt. The motions of the Great Titmouse are varied in the extreme. See with what nicety he poises himself, now legs uppermost, now the reverse, now nimbly running over a rugged branch, occasionally stopping to utter his harsh grating call notes. Picture to yourself, gentle reader, the sound made in sharpening a saw with a three square file, and you have a tolerably good idea of one of his various notes. Now at the bottom of the tree, in an instant on its topmost spray, then back again into the thickest branches. In a word, this sprightly, active, and amusing little chorister explores every nook and cranny, and drags from their lurking places the countless numbers of injurious insects which would, if left, in- crease so rapidly as to ultimately destroy the tree that sustains them. Great Tits are invariably found in pairs, although they associate with their own and other species indiscriminately: still, if you observe them closely, you find that they arrive in pairs and in pairs depart. When observing this active little creature, you would not for a moment suppose him to be guilty of destroying other little birds, for the purpose of feeding on them ; yet he undoubtedly does so, pecking at his victims with his strong little bill until he kills them, when he takes out the brains and a little of the flesh off the breast. His principal food, however, is confined to insects and their larve, and various kinds of the smaller seeds. You often hear, whilst wandering through districts haunted THE GREAT TITMOUSE AND BLUE TITMOUSE. 127 by the Great Tit, a Joud tapping noise which puts you in mind of the Woodpecker, only the sounds are not so loud. If you search closely around you will probably see a Great Tit clinging with his strong claws to a decayed limb and hammering at the bark, to get at some insect or its larve lurking in the crevices. The Great Titmouse does not possess any song, although some of his varied notes are very sweet and pleasant. In the early months of the year, when the winds of March are drying up the saturated lands, the bird is heard uttering his only approach to melody. A few low sweet notes, varied by harsh and grating ones, many of them sounding like the tinkling of a bell, compose his love song. Yet when once the site for the nest is chosen, he and his mate become much more silent, shy, and retiring birds, and continue so throughout the nesting season. The site of her nest varys considerably : she will make it in a hole in a wall; she will repair to the trees, and build it in a hole in their trunks ; she will visit the old abode of the magpie, and build it inside that ; or, stranger still, she will not unfrequently weave it amongst the crevices of the sticks of the Rook’s nest, both birds living in perfect harmony together. It is made of moss and dry grass, and lined with a thick and soft bed of feathers. If the nest be made inside a deserted Magpie’s or amongst the sticks of a Rook’s nest, you find it is domed like the House Sparrow’s when in a similar situation, but if in the hole of a tree or wall it is open, and much more loosely made. The eggs of the Great Titmouse are from five to eight in number, and are about the size of a Whitethroat’s, pure white, when blown, in ground colour spotted with reddish-brown. Both birds sit upon the eggs, and one brings the other food when so engaged. The young birds are fed almost 128 RURAL BIRD “LIFE, entirely on caterpillars and grubs, which the old birds obtain from the neighbouring trees and bushes. When able to fly, I believe their parents abandon them, and very often rear another brood. In the autumn months the Great Tit frequents the birch woods in greatest abundance, where you see them feeding on the insects abounding amongst the slender twigs, or eating the tiny seeds. You also find that it delights to frequent the topmost branches, and that it is far more wary than any other member of the family, save, indeed, the wild loving Marsh Tit. The Blue Titmouse, of all members of this active group of birds, is the best known, and probably the oftenest seen and of the commonest occurrence. There is hardly a wood, plantation, field, orchard, garden, or hedgerow, that does not contain him at some period of the year. In size he is rather smaller than the Great Titmouse, and his plumage is slightly different. The delicate azure blue which pervades much of his plumage is perhaps unequalled in the loveliness of its tint, and the manner in which his other colouring is distributed causes him to be a bird of no mean degree of beauty. The notes of the Blue Titmouse are varied, some of them being harsh and monotonous, while others are pleasing, many of them resembling the call notes of the Gold-crested Kinglet. No song escapes from him in the vernal year, when almost every other feathered tenant of the woods is overflowing with music. He is perhaps more noisy than usual, and that is all. His mate, however, experiences as much pleasure from his harsh and grating calls, as the mate of the sweetest warbler does from the delightful trills of her spouse. In the early months of the year you often see the Blue Titmouse searching out a nesting-site. The birds THE GREAT TITMOUSE AND BLUE TITMOUSE. 129 so engaged are young ones, for be it known the old birds, if left unmolested, will return yearly to their nesting- hole. You see them clinging to walls, exploring the holes and crannies, and they will sometimes enlarge the entrance toa selected hole by pulling out the bits of plaster. But the Flue Titmouse nests in other places besides walls: in the holes of trees and decayed stumps, and not unfrequently in gate-posts or even pumps. The nest, as is usual with birds nesting in holes, is a loose and slovenly structure, made of moss and dry grass, and lined with wool, hair, and feathers. The eggs of the Blue Titmouse are from five to eight in number, sometimes, indeed, we find a dozen or even more. They are like those of the Great Tit, only rather smaller, and the markings, perhaps, are not quite so bold. Pugnacious motions are displayed by the birds when their nest is approached, You can seldom or never drive the sitting bird from its charge. Bravely it remains upon it, and _by hissing, puffing up its plumage, biting, and fluttering, endeavours to repel you from its home. So closely does the sitting bird imitate the warning hiss of a snake, that when trying to obtain a glimpse of the nest and its contents, I have started back in alarm, fearful that instead of a nest and eggs the wall contained some poisonous reptile. If you take the bird in your hand its courage is none the less, for, erecting its crest, it views you with eyes that seem to speak of the anger lurking within, and attacks you right courageously with its beak, Both birds assist in hatching the eggs, and when their extensive family is hatched the exertions of the parent birds are great to keep all the little mouths supplied. When the young can quit the nest they still keep in company with their parents, who feed and tend them for some considerable time. K 130 RURAL BIRD LIFE. It is a pleasing sight to see a brood of young Blue Tits and their parents exploring the trees for food. Perched in every conceivable attitude, the little creatures search each twig and branch for their insect food: hop- ping, fluttering, creeping, and swinging to.and fro, there is not a part that promises to reward their search but what is visited. Insects, however, do not compose their food entirely, for vegetable substances, as seeds and buds, are eaten. In the winter they will visit the then leafless pear trees and prey upon any of the fruit which may happen to have withstood the blasts of November. Caterpillars also form no small item of theirfood. Both Great Tit and Blue Tit will search the ground for food, as well as the trees and hedgerows, the shrubs, walls, and fences. When the ground has been newly manured you sce them feeding on the insects, grubs, and beetles amongst the manure, and even eating the refuse of the slaughterhouse, picking the bones and dragging at the putrid flesh with as much zest as the Rooks and Mag- pies. | Parties of Blue Titmice are seldom seen after the month of January, when the old birds repair to the neigh- bourhood of their nesting-sites, and the young ones pair and set out in search of nesting-places. I should men- tion that both the birds here treated of are resident with us throughout the year, as, indeed, are all other members of this active group of birds. Summer and winter alike, their actions may be observed, but perhaps to the best advantage when November’s blasts have bared the trees of their leafy covering: then we have the best opportunity of observing the many, varied, and grotesque attitudes they assume when searching for their prey. COLE TITMOUSE AND LONG-TAILED TITMCQUSE. 131 dae ed THE COLE TITMOUSE AND LONG-TAILED TITMOUSE. By a close attention to the notes of this engaging group of birds the observer will be enabled to instantly identify them, even though the birds themselves are obscured from view. He will find that each species, though the notes of all are very similar, utters notes peculiar to itself alone. He will find that the Ox Eye’s notes are the loudest and most peculiar ; the Blue Tit’s are harsh and garrulous, though often indescribably low and sweet; the Cole Tit’s different still; while the Marsh Tit’s cry is but little varied, and does not resemble the notes of any other Titmouse ; and the long-tailed species again possesses notes strictly its own. It is to the casual ear alone that all their notes are alike ; but to the ear of the ornithologist each note is different, and each cry instantly proclaims the species of its owner with unerring certainty. The Cole Titmouse is a handsome bird, with jet black head and white cheeks: you can always tell him from the Marsh Tit by the patch of white plumage on the nape of the neck and by his peculiar notes. Cole Tits frequent the woods, coppices, plantations, parks, and gardens, and are most frequently found in pairs. Perhaps their motions, though partaking of those of the Titmice in general, are more rapid than other members of the family. You sometimes see them dart through K 2 132 RURAL BIRD LIFE. the foliage with great rapidity, chasing each other ap- parently in sportive glee. There is not a tree or bush but what the Cole Tit will visit it. Now hanging from the long pendent branches of the graceful birch, now searching the thorny sprays of the hawthorn, now on the topmost branches of the oak or ash, then onwards to the drooping elm. Now on the lowly twigs of the hazel or elder bushes; then the evergreens in turn are visited, and even the ground ivy, too, is frequently ex- plored. A favourite place to meet with the Cole Tit is on the spreading branches of the fir tree, notably those which are studded with cones. There you see him dexterously ejecting the tiny seeds from their scaly bed, the bird very often clinging to the cone, it may be on the extremity of a slender twig, and its active motions causing the branch and its living burthen to sway back- wards and forwards like the steady beat of a pendulum. A merry little party of wanderers they are, and busying themselves with their own affairs alone. When the sun nears the western horizon the Cole Tits, if it be winter time, repair to the verdant branches of the evergreen for repose, or sometimes seek shelter in the warm side of a haystack, always secking that side opposite to the direc- tion in which the wind is blowing. It is early in the vernal year when we hear the Cole Tit’s love song—a performance scarcely deserving the name, it is true, but which, however, is perhaps the closer approach to a song than the like notes of any other Titmouse. The nest of the Cole Tit is found in holes of trees principally, but sometimes a hole ina wall will be selected. It is in the birch woods that the Cole Tits, and in fact all the other members of the family, congregate to breed in greatest numbers. The reason for this is the abundance of holes suitable for COLE TITMOUSE AND LONG-TAILED TITMOUSE. 133 nesting purposes, and the vast quantities of insect food which there abound. He who roams through these situations will find that these woods are full of decayed timbers ; and the immense numbers of gigantic fungi also form one of the principal features of the scene before him. Flere, it may be where a giant limb has fallen in premature decay, leaving a hollow cavity in the parent stem, or where a trunk has been riven up by the fury of the wintry blasts, the Cole Tit builds her nest. As is usual with the Titmice, the. nest is but a loose and rambling structure, made of moss, dry grass, and feathers, and the eggs are from five to seven in number, like those of the Blue Titmouse, only a little smaller. Cole Tits will hiss and bite, and display various other pugnacious motions in defending their eggs or young, and the utmost difficulty is experienced in causing them to quit the nesting-hole. The food of the Cole Titmouse is partly animal and partly vegetable matter. In the spring and summer insects and their larve are sought after with unceasing vigilance. You sometimes see them exploring old walls for spiders, small beetles, and larva. In the autumn and winter months the insects become scarcer, and the birds partly subsist on birch, fir, and other small seeds. Before leaving the Cole Titmouse I should mention that a few years back the bird was almost a rarity, and the Marsh Tit abounded. Now the reverse occurs, and the Cole Tit is found commonly in the haunts of the other Titmice, and the Marsh species is becoming rarer every season. The matter may be partly explained thus, The Cole Titmouse appears to be a--bird of. civilisation, the Marsh Titmouse a bird of the marshy uncultivated piaces. Therefore as the land gets reclaimed from its primeval state, and drainage and tree planting 134 RURAL BIRD LIFE. advance, the one advances and the other retreats still further into the wild. The case is analogous with that of the Bittern, the Stork, the Bustard, and the vast hordes of waterfowl, which in like manner have re- treated, and other birds more homely and social have taken their place. The Long-tailed Titmouse is the smallest of this active family, and an engaging and pretty little creature he is. At first sight he appears but a tiny ball of feathers, shapeless, though animated, with one long feather by way of tail. Yet if we examine him closely his delicate rosy plumage comes out in rich contrast to his darker markings; his form, though small in size, is perfect, and well adapted to his ways of life, and what really appears as one long feather, is in reality a perfect tail. The Long-tailed Tit is found in much the same places as the other members of the family, though he appears to show a decided preference for woods, thickets, shrubberies, and the densest hedgerows. If you observe them after the vernal equinox you will invariably find them in pairs, for their nesting season © is close at hand. Unlike any other species of Titmouse, properly so called, the Long-tailed Tit builds a nest in the branches of trees and shrubs—a nest of matchless beauty, too, and which costs the little owners at least a fortnight’s incessant labour to complete. It is most frequently placed amidst the branches of the ever verdant holly. It is domed, and a small hole in the side near the top admits the little owners. Its materials consist of the greenest moss, lichens, and cobwebs, and lined with an immense number of feathers and hairs. Mimicry is the Long-tailed Tit’s form of protective instinct, and well dces she practise it. Perhaps—nay the matter is without a doubt—the nest of this little creature is the finest piece COLE TITMOUSE AND LONG-TAILED TITMOUSE. 135 of nest-building found in Britain, and probably amongst all the army of feathered architects throughout the world, but few, if any, excel it. The eggs of the Long- tailed Tit are small, and pure white in grcund colour, faintly, very faintly, speckled with a few red markings. They are from six to ten in number, but probably eight are most frequently found. The young birds when abie to fly still keep in the company of their parents, and remain in company throughout the autumn and winter months. Thus we may infer that but one brood is reared in the year. Few things to me are more pleasing than to observe -a company of Long-tailed Titmice searching the leafless trees in winter for food. Keeping close together, they explore every branch, bud, and twig, with true Tit-like pertinacity. Now the lower bushes and shrubs are the subject of investigation ; then the topmost branches of the forest trees, even the hedgerows, in their turn, are visited, the whole party flitting from tree to tree in one long straggling train. You cannot separate them ; all flock together, seeming to delight in each other’scompany, and the air around is laden with their shrill twittering call notes. A wandering party they are, too; here one day, miles away the next. Having no fixed haunt, the whole woodlands are their pastures, and their wanderings doubtless extend from one end of the country to the other, if not over the briny deep itself. Their food is everywhere, provided trees and shrubs abound; for insects innumerable lurk amongst the buds and bark, and it is the duty of the Titmouse to search them out— a duty which is well and effectually performed. Small seeds, too, are eaten, notably those of the birch. The Long-tailed Titmouse, in winter, rcosts amongst the branches of the evergreen. The statement that these 136 RURAL BIRD LIFE. birds huddle together, when roosting, for warmth, is an erroneous one—no bird in the creation, whether large or small, roosts im such a manner, be they ever so social or gregarious in their habits. Early in the “spring these parties of Long-tailed Titmice separate into pairs, and the original parents go off in company for the purpose of rearing another brood ; for be it known this species is undoubtedly a life-paired one, although it does not return to the same nest yearly, but doubtless a new nest is made somewhere in the neighbourhood of their previous one, WAGTAILS. As we stroll over the pasture lands in summer we ofttimes notice a little bird nimbly running hither and thither round the feeding cattle, occasionally uttering a sharp note, and incessantly jerking its tail with a fan- like motion. As we approach nearer it stops and looks at us suspiciously, and then, uttering a note of alarm, moves in undulating flight for a short distance, and alights, to await our approach, when it. again takes wing, to again 138 RURAL, BIRD LIFE, alight some little distance away as before. But we have had time to notice it, and by its black and white plumage and peculiar motions we know at once it is the Pied Wagtail, a bird so commonly met with in almost every pasture field, on the country roads, or by the banks of the streamlets, rivers, ponds, and lakes. Though the Pied Wagtail may justly be called a mi- gratory species, for in October they congregate in parties and small flocks and wing their way southward, still a few remain permanently with us throughout the year. Inthe late autumn days we see them following the plough ; while in the depth of winter we occasionally see one or two on the manure heaps searching for small beetles, or hear their cheery notes as they fly through the air in search of some oaszs in the snowy waste affording them food and shelter. They return, however, to their old haunts very early in the season. By the third week in March, and long before the Swallow or the Blackcap arrives, we see them, still in flocks, upon the newly ploughed land, exceedingly tame, and daintily running up the newly-turned furrows, gracefully fanning their tails, and uttering their sharp peculiar call notes. Thus we see the Wagtail, besides being a migratory species, is also partially gregarious—a habit common to but very few of the soft-billed choristers. But as spring time arrives the Wagtails separate into pairs, and spread themselves here and there in suitable localities, frequenting them throughout the summer. The Pied Wagtail pairs annually, and thus seeks out a fresh nesting-site every successive year; but though paired so early, spring is merging into summer ere we find their nest. In the matter of nesting the Wagtail is a strictly terrestrial bird, its nest being always on the ground, or in crevices of rocks and walls. Sometimes it Ser ee WAGTAILS, 139 is placed far under the shelter of a convenient stone ; at other times under a tile in the brick-fields, or even in a drain-pipe their nest is frequently found. It is made merely of dry grass, occasionally a little moss, and sometimes lined with a few hairs. The eggs, four or five in number, are about the size of a Sparrow’s, and bluish-white, speckled and blotched with ashy-gray. Young Wagtails stay in their parents’ company some time after they quit the nest; indeed, in some cases they keep company right through the autumn and winter months. It is a pleasing sight to see a brood of young Wagtails and their parents. ‘The little creatures, some time before they are able to fly, will leave the nest and wait patiently the arrival of their parents with food, but upon the least alarm they take refuge in the nesting- hole, as they also do at nightfall. In the breeding ‘ season the trustfulness of the Wagtail is often very con- siderable. I once knewa Wagtail’s nest ina hole of the wall bordering a large sheet of water, in fact, the nest was but a few inches from it. It contained four young ones, which were continually running in and out of the hole which contained their nest ; and by keeping per- fectly still, they approached me closely, and I had the pleasure of seeing the old birds, undaunted by the baneful presence of man, feed their offspring with a few crumbs that I scattered forthem. When the young have gained the full use of their wings the nest is abandoned for ever, and we see them on the fallow land and pastures. Here they are still fed by the old birds, and itis pleasing to observe the actions of both old and young at this period. We can instantly tell the young birds from their parents by their being dressed in a garb much lighter, and by the drooping wings with which they welcome the advent of the old birds with food. - See 140 RURAL BIRD ZIFEL. them now walking, now running, in all directions, making sad havoc amongst the myriads of insects. Gifted with the acutest sense of sight, the Wagtails distinguish the smallest insects at incredible distances, Now running, aided with their wings, they capture an insect, and with notes of exultation call their young, nestling closely and motionless amongst the earth clods nearat hand. With quick motions the little creatures bound forward and receive the proffered food with the graceful actions sO prominent in this charming group of sylph-like choristers. In spring time, when every animate and inanimate object of Nature is influenced by its balmy presence, we sometimes see the Wagtail launch into the air and pour out a short, sweet, and varied song. Sometimes his notes are poured forth as he sits daintly poised on the water-encircled stone, or even when perched on the top- most branches of the tallest trees. We have yet to learn much in respect to the song of birds. Before us is a bird that only sings at rare intervals; in fact, this is common to this particular group of birds, while his close relations the Pipits warble incessantly throughout the spring and summer months. It is inthe nest of the Pied Wagtail that the Cuckoo ofttimes inserts her eggs, and by this we have another proof that the female Cuckoo, after laying her egg, carries it in her bill or claws, and thus inserts it in the selected nest ; for eggs of the cuckoo are often seen in the nest of the Wagtail when in situations totally impossible for the bird to enter for her purpose. When following the plough the Wagtail feeds on the numberless small worms and larve; when on the pastures, insects and worms are preyed upon; and when by the side of the stream or lake they catch the insects a WAGTAILS. I4I flying near the water, and wade through the shallows in search of small beetles and sand-worms, Ever and anon the ever active and vigilant Wagtails are seen to sally into the air, to obtain the insects flitting hither and thither over the placid surface of the waters. On the sea shore, too, the Wagtail is frequently seen running nimbly on the borders of the boundless deep, and feeding upon the small marine animals which are left in such abundance by the receding waves. Another species of Wagtail commonly seen in the country is the Yellow Wagtail, a bird differing both in habits and appearance frem the Pied species. While we see the Pied Wagtail on the pastures, or running nimbly by the margins of lakes and streams, or even on the shores of the briny deep, we seldom see the Yellow Wagtail near the waters. He isin fact a bird of the pastures, on which he almost exclusively lives throughout the season Nature has allotted him to reside amongst us. It is only when snow lies deep on his favourite meadow and the ground is hard frozen that we see him on the banks of the streamlets, unless they wander through his pastoral haunt: then, however, he may be seen near them pretty frequently. Like the Pied Wagtail, he quits his pastures in the late autumn months and returns the following spring. Yellow Wagtails are probably the first birds, among all the varied train that speed here with the spring, that we see after the chilling comfortless season of winter is passed. But this migratory instinct is not so imperative in the Yellow Wagtail as in the Swallow, for we sometimes see them running as nimbly over the frozen snow as over the grassy sward of mid- summer. All Wagtails, and, indeed, many other birds, possess the habit of jerking the tail with an easy fanlike motion. 142 RURAL BIRD TAPE, Some persons have most erroneously, though probably unintentionally, advanced theories endeavouring to show 1s what purpose these caudal movements serve. They have told us that when the Wagtail jerks his tail it is for the purpose of disturbing the insects around him, just as the cows lash their tails to drive away the troublesome flies ; with this difference, however, the Wagtail disturbs them for the purpose of preying on them, and the kine for the purpose of driving them away. Now let the young naturalist observe the Wagtail, it matters not of what species, and he will find that these tail-jerking motions are present even if the bird is not in search of food ; besides, a bird possessing such keen powers of vision does not require to hunt with his tail for sustenance. Did this little volume treat with the anatomy of birds, it would be an easy task to show the cause of these tail- jerking motions; but it will suffice to say that these motions, and the extraordinary length of tail found in this family of birds, goes far to aid in preserving the equili- brium of the bird. The Yellow Wagtail is an associate with the cattle. We see them running round them, under their bellies, or even within a few inches of their mouth, and yet the cattle view them not as enemies, nor attempt to drive them away, for it would seem they know full well what service they derive from these little songsters. Insects innumerable torment them, and the Yellow Wagtail is busily employed ridding them of their pests. Now with a short call note they launch into the air, to secure an insect, and then with dainty motions run nimbly for- ward to capture an unlucky beetle. They are not at all shy, and, provided you advance with caution, you can approach and view their actions when but a few yards away. When the ground is being ploughed in early WAGTAILS. 143 spring the Yellow Wagtail is at hand, running nimbly up and down the furrows, catching the insects and feeding upon the small worms and beetles. You may see how trustful he approaches when the ploughman rests his horses, as if aware that man looked favourably on his actions ; and when work is again renewed the Wagtail flies in drooping flight for a few yards to the rear, and with a few rapid beats of the tail again commences his insect and worm-hunting labours.. I have often ob- served, but cannot say whether the habit is general, that the Yellow Wagtail invariably, or nearly so, utters a short jerking note upon taking wing, and the Pied species only dues so occasionally. The Yellow Wag- tail is not of a wandering disposition, and, once in a pasture, is but rarely seen far away throughout the summer. The Wagtail pairs annually a little after his arrival in the vernal season, but the nest is not commenced for some considerable time ; indeed, he is one of our latest breeding birds. Unlike the Pied species, the Yellow Wagtail prefers open sites for its nest, at the foot of walls, amongst deep grass, and sometimes down the hedgerow sides. It is made of dry grasses, ‘twitch,’ a little moss, and lined with fine grass and hair. The eggs, four or five in number, are dirty-white, with light and dark brown spots and blotches: some specimens are more highly coloured than others. In the breéding season the Yellow Wagtail is occasionally heard to sing. At times far between is his melody given forth. No morning or evening lay escapes from the Wagtail, and his notes are uttered seemingly in sudden outbursts of gladness. Suddenly, and as it were by resistless im- pulse, he soars from the meadow grass, and, fluttering in the air, warbles a delightful strain and alights, probably 144 RURAL BIRD LIFE. to remain silent for days ere another thrill of gladness causes him to carol forth anew. When the young can leave the nest they still keep in their parents’ company, and seldom stray far away from their native pasture until the time of migration arrives. Early in October, and before vegetation assumes the lovely tints attendant with that month, flocks of Yellow Wagtails are often seen, sometimes as many as twenty or thirty individuals, but for the most part young birds. The varied song of the old males is now never heard, and the birds, that is most of them, are preparing fora _ southern flight. We miss them suddenly, and though a few specimens are from time to time seen throughout the winter, still the main body have sought a southern clime. Before bidding this graceful group of choristers adieu, I will say a few words in respect to their habits of perching on trees—a motion denied them by many naturalists. Here the Wagtail, no matter of what parti- cular species, though its food is obtained on the ground, or when coursing through the air, may be seen daily resorting to the trees for rest, and from their branches he ofttimes pours forth his varied. song. Yet at night- fall he repairs to the ground to seek repose. The foot of the Wagtail differs not in general form from any of the feet of the extensive order of perching birds, and methinks the bird’s semi-terrestrial habits have led many persons to believe the Wagtail a bird unable to perch. Did his food frequent the trees, or did those lovely sylvan ornaments abound in the open pastures, you would see the Wagtail far up their branches as frequently as the Pipits. And these re- marks apply not to one member of this active family alone, for there is not a Wagtail in Britain, no matter of WAGTAILS., 145 what species, that is not able to perch with comfort on the most slender branches, and does so repeatedly ; yet, notwithstanding, the true haunt of the Wagtail is on the ground, and there he is most frequently found, because the conditions of his existence require it. 146 RURAL BIRD LIFE. THE Si Eee Te IN the fresh and vernal month of April this sprightly species is seen in his summer haunts. While the barren moor has its charms for the Meadow Pipit, the Tree Pipit delights in the richest pastures, on the borders of woods, and seldom far from trees, his partiality to which gains him the name’! 772" Pipit. ~Ofeall the lovely, singing birds that annually visit us in spring, perhaps the Tree Pipit is most often heard. He chooses for his station the topmost branches of a tree, it matters not if it be oak, ash, elm, or beech; nor does the height of the tree at all affect him. Thus, when all Nature is smiling in the varied beauty attained under the influences of the vernal sun, and all creatures seem overflowing with gratitude to their Creator, the Tree Pipit sings his loudest. We see him, probably on the withered or storm-blasted top of a lofty tree, his slim sprightly form telling out in bold relief against the azure vault of heaven, after remaining motionless for a few moments, launch into the air, and on fluttering pinions mount upwards and soar far away, pouring out notes of rare beauty as he goes; then poising himself, as the zenith of his flight is reached, for a moment, he glides on motionless wings and expanded tail smoothly and evenly down with a sidelong motion—and uttering his long drawn ¢zwee-twee-t-wee as he comes—to his original perch- ing place, or if he is not yet engaged in nesting he will | THIS. FREE PIPTT. 147 sometimes glide from one tree to another. And thus he continues soaring, warbling, and gliding, the livelong day, occasionally visiting the ground for sustenance, or even sallying out into the air to catch the passing insects. The Tree Pipit often warbles on his perch, but it will invariably be found that he does not utter his full song unless when on the wing. It would thus seem that aerial motions are requisite for this graceful little chorister to utter those lovely notes which we hear him warble when in the circumambient air. By the latter end of April the Tree Pipit is found in the company of his mate, who, by the way, spends the greater part of her time on the ground. He is now a wanderer no more. Connected by the closest ties, he remains near the field destined to contain his nest until the young are strong upon the wing. The site of the nest is always on the ground, frequently in a grass field, though sometimes you will find it amongst the corn or up the side of a hedgerow. A little hole is scratched in the ground, and dry grass, moss, and hair are speedily formed into a little home. Puzzling indeed will the young naturalist find the eggs of this bird. They vary, ay, almost as much so as the Guillemot’s beautiful eggs, so commonly met with on all our rocky coasts. But eggs in the same nests are similar. Should you find eggs dull white, boldly spotted and blotched with purple of different shades, all the eggs in the nest are similar ; should you find eggs dark olive-green, with brown markings, none of the other varieties are observable amongst them ; or if you notice eggs dull white, mottled all over with reddish-purple, the larger end being so thickly coloured as to hide the ground colour, all in that nest will be similar in tint. I have noticed, too, that the darker coloured eggs are found in dark situations, as L-2 143 RURAL BIRD LIFE. in nests under trees or by the hedgerows, while those of brighter tints are found in the barest situations, in the bright sunlight, and almost invariably in pasture fields. But whether this circumstance is in any way connected with the great variation of the eggs, I am not prepared to say. Wary birds are Tree Pipits in approaching their nest. Deceptive motions are their protective power, at least under ordinary circumstances. You see the male bird, when his partner is upon her home, dart silently downwards into the herbage and is lost to view. Could you now observe his actions, you would find he runs rapidly through the grass and thus gains his nest unseen. The nest, too, you will find is almost buried in the surrounding vegetation, and should you come upon a nest by accident, the female bird sits quiet and motion- less, crouching low over her treasure, and only quits her charge at the last moment, which she does silently and swiftly, getting out of sight as soon as possible. The male bird during the whole period of incubation goes but little way from the nest. He chooses some conve- nient tree near his home, from which he sings the day throughout, and which he uses as a ladder into the air, flying down from it to feed his mate, and using it always as the starting point of his soaring flights. He roosts on the ground near the nest ; and when the young are able to fly, and at liberty to repose in any suitable place, both young and parents are never known to roost any- where but amongst the herbage on the fields. I am of opinion but one brood is reared in the year. When the young are able to fly they keep in their . parents’ company, but not throughout the season, for in August Tree Pipits are invariably flushed off the grass ficids in pairs, or solitary. Upon the ground the Tree THE TREE PIFTT. 149 Pipit is a very active bird, in manner something similar to the Wagtails, running hither and thither in search of insects, or feeding on the smaller worms and grubs. In August, when the corn is soft and milky, and, indeed, right up to the period of ripening, the Tree Pipit is seen amongst it. Formerly I was somewhat puzzled by the visits of several soft-billed birds to the corn-fields, and it was not until I had spent much time in observation, and in dissection too, that I learnt these visits were for the purpose of feeding on the corn. The Tree Pipit is one of the insectivorous or soft-billed birds most commonly found in the corn-fields, and by exercising a little caution you may see him shelling out the wheat with as much dexterity as the well-known Sparrow. Probably these birds subsist on the wheat asa fruit, and would not touch it when dry and hard, like true graminivorous birds , for the insectivorous birds so feeding on it are all known as ‘fruit eaters.’ | | The Tree Pipit moults very early in the season, as soon as the young are fully fledged. They then, both male and female, are for the most part found on the ground. Indeed, when once the Tree Pipit has lost his notes, which he does by the middle of July, he is seldom seen on the trees, and never observed to soar in the graceful flights peculiar to the spring and summer months. The moulting season passed, the Tree Pipits tarry but for a short time, and then wing their way southwards, thus making room for the Meadow Pipits, which come down from their moorland haunts to spend the winter. THE MEADOW PIPIT. THIS pleasing active little songster would be far more appropriately named the ‘ Moor’ Pipit, for it is amidst their barren solitudes by far the greater number of them delight to find a home in the summer months, only being found on the lower and more cultivated lands at a time when the wintry blasts howl dismally over their summer haunts. | As the observer wanders over the wildest moors, where the Red Grouse skims before him, and the Ring Ousel, a true bird of the wild, pipes his defiant song— where the Curlew and the Snipe rise in rapid flight from the margins of the marshy pools, and the Lapwing reels and tumbles in the air, as though cautioning the hardy observer to beware how he invades her upland haunt,— he ofttimes hears a feeble pecp-pecp, and on looking round sees an olive-coloured little bird sitting quietly on a neighbouring rock or heather tuft, eyeing him with sus- picious glances, and occasionally jerking its wings and tail as though about to take flight. This is the frail THE MEADOW PIPTT. 151 little Moor, or Meadow Pipit, the most abundant little bird on the moors around in summer, who prefers the invigorating mountain breezes and the sparse vegetation of the moor to the gentle zephyrs and arboreal haunts of the cultivated lands. Should you stroll over the moors in winter, scarcely a bird is seen, but if you post- pone your visit until the smiling month of April, you see them on every side, on the walls, the bushes, the boulders of rock, or flitting uneasily over the heathery wastes, the male birds ever and anon sallying into the air and uttering their pleasing varied song as they return to their perch in the same manner as the Tree Pipit. But pause for a moment and observe the bird elosely, and you find that the Meadow Pipit reaches the zenith of his flight in silence, and then as he comes gracefully down again. he warbles forth his song. Another very promi- nent feature in the Meadow Pipit’s economy is its par- tiality for wet and marshy places. Wherever a bit of marsh or little pool breaks the monotony of the seem- ingly interminable moors, there too the Meadow Pipit is invariably found. In the turnip fields and pastures, to which the birds repair in winter, if marshy places occur, they are seen most frequently on their borders. Doubt- less this is owing to their food, for the Meadow Pipit subsists on animal substances, such as small worms, snails, and larve, much more than on insects. The Meadow Pipit pairs very early in the season, though you will seldom find their nest before the begin- ning or middle of May. The site is often under some friendly tuft of herbage; sometimes you find the nest placed far under a convenient stone, or at other times it is placed amongst the reeds and rushes of a little marsh. It is largely made of the moss growing so plentifully all around, mixed with a little dry grass, and lined with 152 RURAL. BIRD LIFE. a few hairs, sometimes only with fibrous roots. The eggs are four or five in number, dull white in ground colour, where it is seen through the markings of the egg, clouded all over with brown, and sometimes spotted and streaked with dark brown. They vary but little, and are much smaller than those of the Tree Pipit. The Meadow Pipit leaves and gains her nest by deceptive motions, and upon your approach crouches low over her charge and remains silent until your foot is almost over her home. But it is seldom the domestic peace of the Meadow Pipit is broken, or her anxiety excited for her young, by the presence of man. The Cuckoo in her wanderings over the wilds sometimes pays her a visit and inserts her egg; but we have yet to learn that the bird selected by the Cuckoo views this intrusion with displeasure. The Meadow Pipit tends her young after they have left the nest, in fact the whole family sometimes keep together throughout the winter. I am of opinion that but one brood is reared in the year. The summer passes quickly away, and the hill sides don their purple tints, an unfailing sign of autumn. The Lapwings and Curlews as the season wanes leave the bleak uplands and descend to the coasts for the winter; the Meadow Pipits, too, must retire, and they appear on the pastures in September and October. Here they go about solitary or in little parties. As you stroll over the turnip fields and grass lands you see them flying up before you, uttering their feeble and complaining notes of peep-peep-peep, to alight a little dis- tance away, and again tarry till almost trod upon ere they take wing, their sober unassuming garb harmonis- ing closely with surrounding tints. In the late autumn months by far the greater number of Meadow Pipits frequent the turnip ficlds, where with feeble call notes eo eee LHE MEADOW PY/PIT. 153 they alight on the broad leaves and search for the grubs or insects lurking there. Sometimes in winter the little creatures are hard pressed for food indeed. When the ground is covered with a snowy mantle to the depth of many inches and frozen hard, they repair to the manure heaps, and prey upon the small flies, beetles, and worms there found. They go in little parties, sometimes alone, and what is noticed about them as strange is that, con- trary to most if not all birds, they appear ina garb much brighter than the one assumed in the vernal season. In the early months of the year the Meadow Pipit appears to become gregarious for a short time. I see it in com- pany with the spring flights of Wagtails following the plough, and have no doubt they continue in companies till they reach the moorlands and separate into pairs for the nesting season. The Meadow Pipit when in a weak and helpless condition endeavours, like many other birds, to hide itself. I have seen a wounded -Meadow Pipit bury itself for some considerable distance in a snow drift and remain motionless, allowing itself to be taken in the hand without the least movement. Such is the protective instinct of the feathered tribes, endless in its forms, and each form adapted most wonderfully to the particular purpose it has to serve. We have yet to learn why the Tree Pipit, so closely allied in every respect to its little congener the Meadow Pipit, leaves our shores for the winter, while this seem- ingly frail little creature, and ill adapted one would think for its cold and cheerless sojourn with us, braves all the rigours of the inclement season with apparent comfort. Before leaving the Meadow Pipit to its moorland haunts, I would like to say a few words on migration. When the observer scans the long list of birds found in 154 RURAL. BIRD. LIFE. Britain he will, supposing him to have some little know- ledge of ornithology, perhaps notice that but very few species are perfectly stationary. The major part, then, are of more or less migratory habits. Some migrate to distant countries for the purpose of rearing their young ; others, though their young are reared around us, still with unerring certainty leave our shores in the autumn months. Many visit us for a short time in the winter, to escape the inclement elements in their northern haunts ; while yet again numbers only visit us at inter- vals long and far between, but for what purpose we are as yet in ignorance. Probably the spring migration of birds is performed for the purpose of rearing their off- spring in places specially adapted to the purpose, while the autumn movements are chiefly influenced by the supply of food and the state of the elements. But in the case of the Tree Pipit and many other species these remarks will scarcely apply. We must, therefore, view the migrations of many species as requisite to the pre- servation of the balance of Nature and the equal distri- bution of the feathered tribes throughout the earth. Thus in the far north the elements and scarcity of food drive all, or nearly all, species to temperate climes, where they can spend their winter in comparative ease and safety. But it will be seen that did no birds migrate from temperate climes, as our own for instance, birds would be far too abundant and unequally dis- tributed. Therefore, as if to balance this great influx of birds fleeing from the rigid winter of the north, many birds in temperate climes retire still further south, to regions where an opposite season prevails to that of the country left, and where the presence of birds is needful. In the spring the northern birds retire northwards, and the temperate birds leave their southern haunts, now eee ee THE MEADOW PIPIT. 155 Ne LL SS parched and untenable, to fill their place. In temperate climes many birds which migrate are not absolutely compelled to do so by food and weather—the Wagtails, Pipits, and Thrushes, for instance—and therefore I am bold enough to hazard a conjecture that the migrations of birds in temperate regions, though they may in some cases be influenced by food and climate, play an all important part in the delicate and infinite mechanism of Nature’s balance. THE SK VLARK. THE Skylark. shares: ‘the: fields with the Tree: Pipit, and also inhabits the wild pastures bordering the moor- land. Indeed ‘the Lark is very partial to the most elevated pastures, ofttimes shunning the sheltered valleys, and remaining on certain elevated districts throughout the year. I find that the Lark is rather peculiar in its choice of a haunt, sometimes inhabiting certain districts in great plenty, while other localities, differing in no perceptible degree, are but thinly tenanted or abandoned altogether. This is probably owing to the abundance or rarity of certain plants on the seeds of which they feed. The song of the Skylarkis heard early in February, which by the way is their mating season. Few things conduce more to the beauty and peaceful harmony of the fields than the love song of this aerial chorister. By the first streak of dawn he bounds from the dripping en | THE SKYLARK. 157 herbage, and on fiuttering wing mounts the air for a few feet, ere giving forth his cheery notes. Then upward, apparently without effort, he sails, sometimes drifting far away as he ascends, borne as it were by the ascend- ing vapours, so easily he mounts the air. His notes are so pure and sweet, and yet so loud and varied withal, that when they first disturb the air of early morning all the other little feathered tenants of the fields and hedge- rows seem irresistibly compelled to join him in filling the air with melody. Upwards, ever upwards, he mounts, until like a speck in the highest ether he appears motion- less ; yet still his notes are heard, lovely in their faint- ness, now gradually growing louder and louder as he descends, until when within a few yards of the earth they cease, and he drops down like a fragment hurled from above into the herbage, or flits above it for a short distance ere alighting. Though the Skylark warbles . throughout the spring and summer with unfailing powers, still it is in the glorious freshness of the vernal year, when all nature is putting on its refreshing sweetness, that I prize his notes the best. For though the Cuckoo proclaims the presence of spring from the budding branches, and the Blackcap sings of leafy bowers, still the Skylark is one of the frst little choristers to inform us that winter is already vanishing away before the soft and gentle advent of spring. I would here remark that the Lark’s soaring flights are not at all necessary for the utterance of his charming song, for he will sing just as richly on the ground as when on quivering wing. His song is also uttered as he wanders hither and thither in search of food, but it is not perhaps so free as when the bird is in the vault of heaven. The observer will find that there isa considerable difference between the songs of those birds who sing whilst in motion and the songs of birds who 158 RURAL BIRD LIFE. el sing from a perching place. The song of the former, as a rule, is more uneven and varied, and as it were speaks of motion, a3, for instance, the song of the Wren, the Swallow, and the Skylark; while the latter is more tame and even, as the love song of the Bunting or the tuneful warblings of the Blackbird. When the Lark is in song he is a good guide to the weather, for when- ever we see him rise into the air, despite the gloomy looks of an overcast sky, fine weather is invariably at hand. As the nesting season draws nigh, the Larks spread themselves here and there over the surrounding grass lands for the continuation of their species. The nest is most frequently in the mowing grass fields, sometimes amongst the young corn, or even by the wayside, in places little frequented. It is made of dry grasses and moss, and lined with fibrous roots and a little horsehair ; and the eggs, four or five in number, sometimes only. three, are dull white, spotted, clouded, and blotched over the entire surface with brownish-green. The female Lark, like all ground birds, is a very close sitter, remain- ing faithful to her charge until almost trod upon by the wanderer over the grass lands. The manner the Lark regains her nest, too, shows us that she practises decep- tive motions as a protective power. You see her drop silently into the herbage, and by a previous knowledge of her habits you are aware her nest is far away, probably a hundred yards or more from the place of her descent. The male Skylark is seen more frequently in the breed- ing season than at any other time of the year. It is music that sends him into the gaze of every observer taking the trouble to find him in the sky, and that music may be the result of love, or for the purpose of cheering his mate on her lowly nest, or even for the purpose of EE a oe ae THE SEVEARK, 159 adding greater charms to the smiling face of Nature around. We know not which, if any of these causes be the right one, for all the information we can glean from the subject is frominference. Would that some chatter- ing Magpie could gain her long lost powers of speech, and give us a few hints on this puzzling subject. After the young have gained the use of their wings, they are abandoned by the parent birds, who very often have another brood before the autumnal moult takes place in August. Yet as far as I can learn the second brood are abandoned as soon as matured, and the Lark, though occurring in plenty all around, appears as a solitary species. The Skylark loses his charming song in the autumnal moult, never to fully regain it until the following spring, though we sometimes hear a solitary specimen in the waning days of autumn, or on those calm and tranquil days that so greatly help to break the monotony of a long and cheerless winter. By the first appearance of winter, even as early as October, or more often when November's blasts herald its approach, the Skylark shuns its solitary life, and becomes a gregarious species, to remain so throughout the winter. Districts most favoured with their presence are the stubbles sown with clover and the wild weedy pastures: Here, as the observer wanders on, the birds fly from under his feet and all around him, uttering a musical note as they rise and speedily unite into one flock, when, after wheeling about in the air for a time, they again alight in another part of the cover. Upon alighting the Lark stands erect and glances suspiciously around, ere it nestles down amongst the herbage. Here the sombre colours of its plumage harmonise so closely with the surroundings, that, once nestled, it is comparatively safe, and will 160 RURAL BIRD LIFE. seldom or never rise until closely approached. Seldom indeed, if ever, will the observer notice the Lark perch on a tree or hedgerow. I have seen them alight on trees, but only in one or two isolated instances. But this, however, shows us that though the Skylark is terrestrial in its habits, its feet are capable of firmly grasping a bough or twig, notwithstanding the surprising length of the hind claw—a peculiarity, by the way, common to but few birds. I have reason to doubt that the Woodlark, and even the Tree Pipit, are often set down as Skylarks, and looked at with surprise when seen to alight other- wise than on the ground. The Larks roost on the ground, but seldom close to- gether, and will continue to use certain grounds for the purpose despite the presence of man. Indeed, so attached is the Lark to its favourite haunts, that it can seldom be driven away. If fired at it merely rises, and after wheel- ing round in the air again alights, or if driven away at nightfall, it is sure to be on its favourite lands the follow. ing day. The food of the Lark is varied : in spring and summer, insects and their larve, and worms and slugs are preyed upon; in autumn and winter, seeds form their chief support, very often of the most troublesome weeds, which if left would cause the smiling pastures to become nothing but useless and weed-choked wastes. The newly sown corn lands are also visited, and sometimes in early spring you see them on the fallows in company with the Wagtails. When the ground lies deep in snow the Sky- lark has often to wander in search of food, but always unerringly returns to its former haunts at the approach of milder weather. The Skylark is held in high repute by the bird fancier, but to me his notes in confinement sound as a mockery of Nature. To cage a bird of the Skylark’s | | THE SKYLARK. 161 ESSN rRnereeeeeeeeeee Ea habits seems cruel indeed. I always look with regret upon any of the feathered tribes when caged, and on none more so than the Skylark, when I see it endeavour to soar and warble as if in the height of its freedom. To reflect what liberty this poor little chorister has lost, and that a space a few inches square should enclose one whose liberty knew no bounds, makes me sad. Poor little chorister, though your melody seems a joyful one, yet my heart feels sorry for thee, and I would infinitely like to see thee restored to all the freedom of thy aerial celsitude. M 162 RURAL BIRD FEE. THE VELLOW. BONTT VG: Or the many gaily dressed ‘birds which frequent our fields and hedgerows, few are dressed more splendidly than the Yellow. Bunting. - A bird of ‘the felds and woodlands, we find him round the hedgerows, on the borders of woods and shrubberies, on the highways, in the fields and gardens, on the borders of the moors, and occasionally far on their barren wastes. There are few hedgerows without the Yellow Bunting, and where the hedges are wanting we find him on the trees and walls. On the outskirts of the moors, too, we see him perched on the stunted bushes or rocky boulders, and his short and monotonous song, and still more monotonous call notes, break the stillness of the solitudes around. Like most birds known as Finches, and whose food consists for the greater part of seeds, the Yellow Bunting resides with us the year throughout. He is a bird easily recog- nised by his canary-coloured under parts, rich brown back, and yellow crown. When in motion the white feathers in the tail show themselves. His call notes, too, are harsh and monotonous, and most frequently uttered when he is at rest. The tail also is continually jerked with a slow and regular motion. A little after the vernal equinox the Bunting commences to sing. Perched on a hedgerow, wall, tree, bush, or sometimes on the ground, he will sit and sing, if not disturbed, for a con- THE YELLOW: BUNTING. 163 siderable length of time, being answered by the other Buntings in the neighbourhood. Monotonousas are the love notes of this little songster, still they always sound pleasant to the ear after the dull dreary time of winter. Then, too, they are heard at a time when few other songsters warble, and even as the season rolls on, and all the feathered host unites in song, his notes form a part and variation by no means to be despised. He is also one of the latest birds to sing, for autumn reigns in peaceful beauty, and the greater part of Nature’s minstrels have ceased their warbles, long before his notes decline. We find in most birds, from the Falcon to the Dove, that in the mating season the male birds are more or less pugnacious. The Yellow Bunting, being a species that pairs annually, is no exception. Thus, early in April, when all the males are in full song, we often witness combats between rival males for the possession of a female. Fiercely they fight, pursuing each other with the utmost fury, their feathers bristling, and their whole form swelling with rage and passion, until, finally, the stronger repels the weaker, and celebrates the event with a song seemingly louder and fiercer than before. Once paired, however, these combats cease, and the Yellow Bunting becomes as gentle and harmless as any of the feathered race. Though the Yellow Bunting pairs so early in the season, a month or even more elapses ere we find its nest. The site chosen is a varied one; round the hedgerows it is seen amongst the tangled herbage ; ofttimes too upon a bank, or under the shelter of a bush. Though most frequently found on the ground, still it is occasionally built in the smaller shrubs. A favourite place is amongst nettles and other rank vegetation growing on waste grounds: but wherever the site be M2 164 RURAL, BIRD VEL e EF, chosen, the nest is invariably well concealed. It is made of dry grasses and a little moss, and lined with fibrous roots and horsehair ; and, what is rather remark- able, will lie completed for several days ere the eggs are deposited. The eggs are four or five in number, purplish-white in ground colour, streaked, spotted, and dashed with deep brown. In respect to British eggs, the young naturalist can seldom, if ever, take the egg of a- Bunting for that of any other bird. It is only amongst the Bunting family we find these streaky eggs, appearing as they often do as though some one had scribbled and streaked with a pen over their entire surface. Many of the lines are fine as the finest hair, while others are bolder, all being mixed up together in endless confusion. With most, if not all birds, if the first egg be taken from the nest, they will still continue laying in the nest until the full number of eggs be laid. _ This is the case with the Bunting. Nay, more ; you may remove the nest itself, still the old bird forsakes not the place, and continues laying egg after egg on the bare ground until the usual number is deposited. But the mo- ment that is done she abandons the place for ever, and by no strange circumstance will she incubate them on the ground. When you approach the Bunting’s nest the parent bird crouches low over her treasure, and silently awaits the success of her protective designs. If compelled to leave her home she does so in a silent manner, though sometimes when a little distance away she will try to gain your attention by various alluring motions. It is when the Bunting has a brood of hungry young that the birds amply repay us for their inroads on the corn-fields and seed-beds, Indeed, this will apply to all the Finches, for there is not one amongst them that feeds its young on seeds. Insects and their larve form the THE YELLOW BUNTING. 165 at pi Yellow Bunting’s food in the summer months. They will bring to their nest a caterpillar or insect every few minutes ; and when we bear in mind that their young are fed twelve hours a day at least, the quantity of insects consumed even by one family of birds is amazing. At other times of the year seeds form their chief support ; but though they are seen feeding on the newly sown lands in company with the Rook, we must not forget that seeds of noxious plants, both to farmer and gardener, are consumed. Though we see them fé€ding on the seed- beds in the gardens, we must bear in mind that if they do take a few of the seeds they are one of the chief guardians of what is left, In the winter months the Yellow Bunting is seen on the naked hedgerows and surrounding fields, searching for sustenance in company with the Chaffinch, the Greenfinch, and the Rook. When disturbed, instead of rising simultaneously like Rooks or Starlings, they fly off in little parties, or even singly, and after wheeling about in the air in jerking flight, finally settle on the neigh- bouring trees or hedgerows, and wait until the danger is passed, when one by one, or in little parties, they return to their food-seeking labours. In the keenest weather, when the lands lie inches deep in snow, and the hedge- rows are decked in dazzling whiteness, you see the Bunt- ings, gregarious at this season, in the farmyards, clinging to the corn-stacks, or picking a scanty sustenance from the manure heaps, in company with the Chaffinch, the Dunnock, and Cock Robin. Youalso see them hopping round the barn door, or fluttering round the threshing floor, showing no alarm for the sturdy blows of the flail. Hunger is a stern command, and even the most shy and timid birds must bow before it. The Yellow Bunting is very probably a migratory bird, for in the winter months 166 RURAL BIRD LIFE. they are often seen in more than double their numbers of the summer months. When the icy hand of winter has shorn the greater number of trees and shrubs of their leafy covering, the Bunting seeks shelter in the branches of the evergreen. Nightly you see them enter its dense and impenetrable foliage, and after a twittering concert settle down to un- disturbed repose. I think few things are more interest- ing in the study of animated nature than to observe the actions of birds at the close of day. Then, too, the par- ticular time at which they seek repose strictly harmonises with their habits. We find in winter that seed-eating birds, as the Bunting for instance, retire early to rest ; while insect feeders, as the Robin, and feeders on animal substances, as the Redwing, only seek their roosting places when night wraps all things in her gloomy mantle. REED BUNTING, THE COMMON BUNTING AND REED BUNTING. THERE are two other members of the Bunting family which the observer will probably notice in his wander- ings, namely, the Common Bunting and the Black-headed or Reed Bunting. The former bird is much rarer than the Yellow Bunting, and inhabits the corn-fields, also the lands bordering the moors. It has not anything parti- cularly striking in its appearance, being dressed in a garb something similar to the Skylark, but it claims merit as being the largest Bunting found in Britain. In the spring time and indeed throughout the summer the Commen Bunting is for the most part seen in the neighbourhood of corn-fields, either clinging to the stems of herbage swaying about in the breeze, or perched on the hedgerows and walls, the male uttering a few notes, which, given many times in succession, comprise his only attempt at song: still, crude and monotonous 168 RURAL BIRD, LIFE. as they are, to the ear of the lover of animated nature they prove ever grateful. When the bird is’ engaged in song, provided you advance with cautious step and slow, you may succeed in getting quite close to him, and observe him minutely. I would here remark that when a bird is singing, though it be a shy and retiring species, it will admit of a much nearer approach than when silent. I have advanced within a few feet of the shy and retiring Blackbird when singing, simply by advanc- ing when the bird was pouring out his song, and remain- ing silent and motionless between each snatch of melody. The Common Bunting pairs annually, rather later by the way than the Yellow Bunting, and its nest is seldom commenced until the latter end of May, when the spring corn affords it plenty of seclusion. This bird has seldom been known to build a nest otherwise than on the ground. We may find the Yellow Bunting’s abode some feet above it, but rarely indeed do we see the home of its larger congener in such situation. It is often placed in the middle of the field, or often but a few yards from the hedge, sometimes down the hedge- row side, under a spreading bramble: it matters little. The nest is made of a few straws taken from the manure with which the field was spread, and grasses, and lined with fibrous roots and a few horsehairs. The eggs are from three to five in number, and of course much larger than the Yellow Bunting’s, otherwise they very closely resemble them. When you approach their nest the parent birds become very anxious, flitting from spray to spray, or wheeling round you in the air; but these motions are only observed after their silent protective wiles have failed, for the Bunting is a close sitter, and will allow you to almost tread upon her ere she rises, COMMON BUNTING AND REED BUNTING. 169 Like all Buntings, the Common Bunting subsists on various seeds, and in the summer months on insects and larve. Like its congeners, it becomes partially grega- rious in the winter months, and is often seen in the com- pany of Yellow Buntings, Greenfinches, and Larks. In the corn-fields, when the grain is almost ready for the sickle, we often see the Common Buntings alight on the straws, and bending them down by their weight, feed on the grain unobserved. Noxious seeds are also consumed and many a smiling acre owes its fertility to these birds, who ravenously feed on these seeds, which if left would speedily convert the surrounding fallows into tangled weedy wastes. . When the wintry floods have subsided, and the showery month of April calls all things into vigour, as we wander on the banks of the river or canal, where the rushes and waterflags bend and sway in the vernal breeze, and the surface of the water ruffles under its gentle breath, we sometimes see a bird, or most frequently a pair of them, the male dressed in a garb similar to the Yellow Bunting, but with ajet black head and white collar, and the female much more sombre, without the black head, and the under parts much lighter coloured. These little choristers are Reed Buntings, See how the male bird perches as high up yonder rush stem as possible, and with tail jerking quite as frequently as the Wagtail pours forth a few pleasing notes. Short and somewhat monotonous as they are, still they are his love song, and his more shy and retiring mate no doubt experiences the same degree of pleasure from them as the female Nightingale does from the lovely trills of her mate. As we wander on, the birds flit before us in un- dulating rapid flight, now alighting on the reeds or on the sprays of the bushes skirting the stream, and then 17O RURAL, BIRD TIPE, with a low sweeping flight over the water returning to their old haunt. Though in winter the Reed Bunting quits his marshy haunts and is seen in company with other grain-eating birds, still when the vernal season once more arrives he leaves the ricks and the pastures and returns to the waterside in company with his mate, for the purpose of continuing his species. The nest is snugly placed in a reed tuft or under a friendly bush on the margin of the waters. When in the reeds, however, it is never found suspended to them, like the Reed Warbler’s abode, but always right down in the centre of the tuft. It is made of coarse grass, reeds, and sedges, and lined with fibrous rootlets and a few horsehairs. The eggs are four or five im number, dull white, streaked, spotted, and speckled with deep purplish-brown : some eggs are more clouded and less streaked than others, while many are almost plain. When you wander near the nest the ever watchful male bird will ofttimes endeavour to draw your attention to himself by fluttering apparently helpless before you; but the female bird remains quiet and motionless on her charge, and only quits it when her treasure lies at your feet. In the spring and summer months the Reed Bunting’s food consists of insects and larve, like that of the other members of the Bunting family ; but when the seeds of the rushes are ripe, we see them clinging to the stems, almost bent double by their weight, and with tail jerking quickly extract the seeds. Grass seeds and the seeds of weeds are also eaten, and in the winter months we sometimes see them on the common in company with Linnets, on the clover fields with the Larks, or even in the farmyards with Sparrows, and on the highway or pasture with the Chaffinch and Yellow Bunting. oy Yelp | 7 Mii / %, CHAFFINCH. THE CHAFFINCH AND BRAMBTING. THE Chaffinch is another little chorister decked out in gay attire, and well known, too, for there is scarcely a hedgerow, garden, wood, coppice, or shrubbery, that does not at some time of the year contain Chaffinches in abundance. You may easily recognise him by his mo- notonous cry of spznk-spink, spink-spink-spink, the more frequently and loudly uttered provided you are close to’ his nest. | By the first week in March, when the pale primroses are peeping from under the withered leaves, and the hawthorn shows the first signs of its coming vesture, we 172 RURAL BIRD) LIFE, hear the love song of the Chaffinch. Though short and even monotonous as compared to the melody of the Song- thrush, still there is an indescribable freshness and spright- liness about it, and its loud ringing tones seem to fill the air and the woodlands around with gladness. When we hear his enlivening notes in the vernal year we know he is inviting a female to join him for the coming breed- ing season, and we hail his melody as one of the first signs of coming spring, and prize it accordingly, for at a time like this the slightest warning of the change of season is welcomed with the keenest delight. The Chaffinch sings incessantly from the beginning of March till the middle of July, when in the autumnal moult his voice is lost until the following spring. Sometimes, however, the Chaffinch is heard to sing after recovery from the moult. The 24th of September 1878 was one of those calm tranquil times that so often mark the waning year—one of those evenings whenall Natureseems lulled to rest after the vigorous activity of the spring and summer. As I was pausing to admire the calmness of all Nature around me, my ears were suddenly greeted with the love song of the Chaffinch, given forth as loudly | and sweetly as in the vernal season. He sang but once, and though I lingered long, his bewitching notes were heard no more. Perhaps the old proverb, ‘ One Swallow does not make a summer,’ may be urged in this case ; but then he sang again the following month, and I have not a doubt but what he sings at intervals throughout the autumn months, although, notwithstanding, the occur- rence is certainly a rare one and worthy of record. This gives me a somewhat convincing proof that birds which moult early in the year regain their lost melody, probably owing to the genial weather at the time they have com- pleted it, for I am convinced that the song of birds is THE CHAFFINCH AND BRAMBLING. 173 influenced by their temperament. Thus the Robin and Wren moult early in the season; so, too, do the Starling and the Thrush. Now all these birds sing more or less frequently throughout the winter, but the Bunting and Meadow Pipit and Chaffinch moult later, and con- sequently are seldom if ever heard to sing until the following season. Alt birds, therefore, which moult late begin to feel the cutting blasts of Boreas ere they are in a fit state to sing, and therefore never do so till the return of spring, or at most on those calm and genial days which so often occur throughout the winter months. Besides the song of the male in the breeding season, we also hear him utter a sharp call note something like that of the Willow Warbler, only very much louder and not ai all plaintive. This note, as far as I can learn, is common to the male alone, and only uttered in the pairing and breeding seasons. — Throughout the cold and windy month of March, the Chaffinch, though he frequents the hedgerows in plenty during the day,is seen at nightfall in the shrubberies, seeking the yew tree’s shelter for repose. If the days are cold and cheerless, we invariably find them in amongst the evergreens, for I notice that with all birds the colder and more ungenial the weather the more they flock on low lying and sheltered lands, and seek in the shelter of shrubberies a refuge from the elements. But though the Chaffinch in winter prefers to frequent the shrubberies, still in summer he loveth the fields the best, and amongst the evergreen’s verdant branches I but seldom find his nest. Although the Chaffinch pairs early in March, we but rarely find its nest fully completed before the second ot third week in ‘April.’ The nest is as varied in its situa- tion as its little owners are in their distribution. We 174 RURAL BIRD LIFE. see it on the orchard tree ; placed in some convenient crotch in the hedgerow ; far in the solitudes of the birch woods, on some lichen-covered branch; or some fifty feet or more up the branches of the oak or,.elm. Then, too, we sometimes find it in the spreading yew tree; frequently amongst the branches of the holly and white- thorn; and more rarely in the prickly branches of the gorse. I once found a Chaffinch’s nest on the banks of the river Derwent, in amongst the frowning hills of the wide-famed Peak. It was built on the side of a wall bordering the river, and was under a tuft of grass grow- ing from the wall. The materials of the nest were so closely woven with the tuft of grass, that other support it did not require: indeed, no further support was avail- able, and the nest hung suspended over the roaring stream. It contained five eggs, and the female bird was sitting quietly upon them. The Chaffinch probably takes more time to build her snug little home than any other British bird, save, in- deed, the Long-tailed Titmouse. We visit it day by day for nearly a fortnight ere we find it ready for the eggs. First the outside framework, made of rootlets, moss, and grasses wove beautifully together, and further strengthened with cobwebs and lichens, is completed ; then the inside has to be lined with a thick and soft bed of hair and feathers and the down of various seeds. Were we to stay near the place during the whole period the nest is being made we should probably never see the male bird do any of the nest building. He, however, brings the greater part of the materials to his mate, who receives them, and, unaided, weaves them into the structure which, in our ideas of beauty, isa matchless piece of handiwork. Mimicry is the Chaffinch’s most frequent form of protective instinct. Wherever we find the Chaffinch’s THE CHAFFINCH AND BRAMBLING. 175 nest we see an example of her protective power. On the lichen-covered trunk lichens dot the walls of her abode ; in the holly bush green moss is used instead ; while against the trunk of a tree spiders’ webs are used. I would here again remark that a bird has not the least idea that its nest witl be plundered, and it is not fore- thought that influences them in making those various provisions for the present or future welfare of their eggs and young which we class as protective instinct. The Chaffinch, as is every cther bird, is perfectly unconscious of the good she is effecting when covering her nest with lichens to assimilate it to the lichen-cévered branch that supports it. But urged by the power we term in- stinct, planted within her by her all-merciful Creator, she does so, unconsciously, it is true, but in an effectual manner. The Chaffinch is an anxious bird when building, and should you intrude upon her when so engaged, she and her mate fly hither and thither, and course over the branches, making the air resound with their monotonous call notes, seemingly speaking of anger and alarm, for the Chaffinch shows more anxiety for its uncompleted nest than probably any other bird we meet. The eggs of the Chaffinch, four or five in number, sometimes even six, are pale bluish-green, spotted with deep purplish-brown, and occasionally streaked with the same colour. Some specimens have all the colouring matter collected in a mass on the larger end, and others are entirely spotless. The female bird is the one who hatches the eggs, and she is fed assiduously by her mate, and her long dreary task is made light and pleasant by his bright and vigorous notes close at hand. While sitting on her nest I sometimes see her catch the insects flying near. I have never yet found the egg of the 176 RURAL BIRD LIFE. Cuckoo in the Chaffinch’s nest, still the female Chaffinch will hatch the eggs of other species. I once made a Chaffinch hatch four eggs of the Dunnock, and I have no doubt the old birds would have reared their strange brood if the nest had not been destroyed. When the young are fully fledged they appear to be abandoned by their parents, but in the month of November Chaffinches congregate in flocks and continue partially gregarious throughout the winter. I would here make a few remarks on the separation of the sexes of these birds in the winter months. This singular separation do€s not, as far as I can learn, take place in resident species, or, at most, in very limited numbers, for our resident birds are to be seen in company the winter through. In November, however, vast flocks of Chaf- finches appear, notably in the beech woods, whither they go to feed on the mast, and what is strange about them is they are all or nearly all males. These Chaffinches are not the birds who remain stationary with us throughout the year, but I am led to conjecture that they arrive from the north. A little later in the season quantities of female Chaffinches arrive, and frequent the corn lands in company with other Finches. Thus we see that the migrations of the Chaffinch are not confined to the male alone, but the sexes separate to perform them, owing no doubt to the higher susceptibility to cold in the male birds causing them to leave before the females ; for after they have been here some little time both sexes are seen in each other's company. I always notice, too, that in the severest winters female Chaffinches are most numerous, the male birds doubtless being much further south in a warmer atmosphere. In the summer months the Chaffinch is an insect feeder, but at all other times seeds and grain form his staple sustenance. The Chaffinch is sometimes seen THE CHAFFINCH AND BRAMBLING. 147 obtaining insects in the same tnanner as the Flycatcher, launching itself into the air, and after a short fluttering flight returning toa perching place. In winter heis often seen on the highway, searching amongst the manure for grain and insects; we alsosee him about the farmyards, on the corn-stacks, feeding in company with Sparrows and Buntings. In the autumn he is found in the beech woods, of the fruit of which tree he is passionately fond, and to the newly sown lands he often repairs to feed on the grain. Few birds, indeed, contribute more to the beauty of a wintry landscape than the Chaffinch, espe- cially where the evergreen grows in profusion, for there he is seen in largest numbers, and where, after spending the short winter's day on the neighbouring fields, he retires to rest amongst its perennial branches. When the Brambling or Mountain Finch arrives in November much of his former beauty has disappeared. His black plumage is mottled with a rusty hue, and his breast is not so bright.a red as when he donned it for the nuptial season. Still, in beauty he forms no mean rival to the Chaffinch, and yields the palm to but few of our resident choristers. Once arrived in a locality, the Bramblings seldom quit it, provided food and shelter can be obtained, until the returning spring sends them in the direction of the polar star. They area tame and confiding little species, if not continually molested. When disturbed, they do not all take wing at once, but in little parties. As they fly from the observer their white plumage con- trasts richly with their other colours. When seriously alarmed and compelled to take wing, they invariably take refuge on the tree tops, where, packed close together, they keep up a twittering concert and take but little notice of an intruder. In midwinter the beech woods N 178 RURAL BIRD LIE: are an animated scene in those districts favoured with the Brambling’s presence. The birds are fond of the beech mast, and we see them in all directions searching for the coveted nuts, all the time keeping up a Babel of cries. The husks are falling in all directions, as in the branches overhead the nuts are ejected; some of the birds are feeding on the nuts strewing the ground ; while many are sitting on the underwood, their wants supplied, and twittering merrily. They are also fond of the various seeds found in woods, plantations, and shrubberies. Manure heaps, too, are visited for various kinds of animal substances, as worms and grubs, as are also the newly manured fields for the same purpose, for Bramblings seem to have a special liking for animal food. Every evening the Brambling may be seen in company with the Redwing, seeking safety and repose amongst the ever- greens. Chaffinches are in their company, too: indeed, the Chaffinch very closely resembles the Brambling in its habits in winter time, and wherever we see the Bramb- ling we may rest assured Chaffinches are not far away. The Brambling stays but a short four months with us, and as soon as the first signs of approaching spring appear they leave us to retire northwards for the pur- pose of rearing their young. In the vernal season I am always on the look out for any Bramblings that, tempted by the seclusion of their haunt and abundance of food, may have tarried here instead of journeying northwards with their congeners, but hitherto my search has been fruitless ; and I draw the conclusion that. some grand end is gained by these birds retiring northwards, and which it is imperative they should follow. Of the Brambling’s habits in the nesting season I know nothing ; but the egg, judging from one in my own possession, is slightly larger than a Chaffinch’s egg, and more boldly marked. OE a TREE SPARROW. THE HOUSE SPARROW AND TREE SPARROW. THE House Sparrow is, strictly speaking, the only bird attendant on man. Though the Robin will frequent our thresholds in winter time, still, when once his accus- tomed food becomes plentiful, he retires to the seclusion of a woodland haunt. Though the Swallows course round our houses in spring and summer, still they show as much attachment to the wild as man’s habitation. Though the Flycatcher will sit in moody silence on the trees bordering our windows, still he loves the forest glades equally as well, or even better. But the House Sparrow, like the Hanoverian rat, finds food and shelter wherever man dwells, and prefers to live in his society far better than in the richest pastures or woodlands. In the crowded streets we see him as much at home as round the country cottage; amidst the whirl and con- fusion of the railway station he lives as happily as in the N 2 180 RURAL BIRD AEE. ai i see eo Re eM Se ere eS ee peaceful farmyard. If man emigrates into the wild, the Sparrow goes too, subsists upon his bounty, and rears his young in safety under his roof-tree. In fact, wherever we hear his merry chirp, or catch a glimpse of his pert little form, we may rest assured that human habitations are not far away. Unlike all or nearly all birds of the Finch tribe, the House Sparrow is gregarious at all times of the year ; and what is more interesting, we have every reason to suppose the Sparrow is a life-paired species, as every season we find their old nests tenanted. The Sparrow may be found breeding throughout the spring and summer, and in some instances the winter too. I have known their nests contain newly-laid eggs in December. Their chief breeding season, however, is in April, May, and June, and during these months we sometimes hear the male bird utter his love song. Many persons, accus- tomed as they may be to live surrounded by Sparrows, have never heard his song ; and this is not at all sur- prising, for he only utters it at rare intervals, and then in tones low and soft. The song itself is merely a few twittering notes, some of them sweet and soft, others loud and harsh, and differs but slightly from the song of the Greenfinch. Sparrows build in societies, like Rooks, or singly, as circumstances permit, the abundance or scarcity of nest- ing-sites influencing them in this matter. When the Sparrow builds its nest in a tree the structure is domed: it is also domed when placed in an old Magpie’s nest, or in the crevices of the Rook’s nest, for both these situa- tions, the latter especially, are often selected; but if made under eaves or in holes in walls and trees it is an open one. Various indeed are the materials used by the House Sparrow for making its nest. If in the branches ————— Te a HOUSE SPARROW AND TREE SPARROW. | 181 of a tree or amongst ivy, the outside of the structure is made of dry grass and straws, and lined with feathers in abundance, pieces of rag, scraps of worsted, or any other soft materials the birds can secure. Under the eaves, and in holes of trees, rocks, or walls, the nest is more carelessly put together, and much of the dry grass and straw is dispensed with. Sometimes we see the Sparrow fly down from the house-top and alight in the busy street, and fly back with a straw ten times as long as itself, and convey it under the eaves, probably leaving half of it to flutter in the breeze, for a slovenly bird is the Sparrow with regard to its nest. The eggs vary considerably: some are almost white » and spotless, others are blotched with rich brown mark- ings, while many are spotted and blotched with brownish- black ; others resemble those of the Pied Wagtail. They ate four or fivein number. The Sparrow often sits upon its first egg as soon as laid, hence we often find newly- laid eggs.and eggs partly developed in the same nest. When the young are able to fly, and in some instances even before, they accompany their parents to the hedge- tows, that is to say, those Sparrows hatched in the country, where they feed on insects found on the grass lands, and on the seeds of grasses and other plants. This mode of living is adopted until the corn-fields put on their darkening tints, sure sign of the ripening grain, when the Sparrows leave the grass lands and subsist entirely on the corn and oats, very often to the serious loss of the farmer. So immense are some of these flocks of Sparrows in the months of July and August, that many persons are led to suppose that the greater part of these birds are migrants. If we visit the towns at this season of the year, Sparrows in plenty are seen on every side ; so, too, © 182 RURAL BIRD LIFE. the accustomed haunts of the bird in the villages and near the farm-houses are not lessened in numbers to any perceptible degree. Yet the accounting for these vast flocks is simple—two-thirds of them at least are birds of the year. Sparrows are very pugnacious birds, and it is no un- common sight to witness a number of them all taking part in a fierce combat amongst themselves, probably over some tempting morsel of food, or through their very pugnacious nature, for if two birds commence fighting they are speedily joined by others, and very soon the combat becomes general. In the hot months of the year the Sparrow appears to be possessed with an in- ordinate love for dusting itself. Sometimes as many as half a dozen are seen enjoying this luxury in company, and so persistent are they in this dusting, that I have seen them leave the limestone roads of Derbyshire with their plumage white as snow. | But few persons defend the Sparrow, and, indeed, I fear his inordinate love of grain and fruit form an in- surmountable barrier to his ever getting into the good graces of the farmer and gardener. But after all the Sparrow has a few good qualities, which would prove of service to him if they were more generally known. In the spring and early summer months, when his young are being reared, his food consists largely of the cater- pillar of the cabbage butterfly ; as also does the perfect insect, and we often see him pursuing them in the air like the Flycatcher. But this is not all: the flies which abound in our houses are also consumed by the Sparrow, as are spiders and the grubs which infest the buds of the fruit trees. Even when feeding on the grain in the autumn months his inroads are not entirely confined to ’ that, for seeds of the most troublesome weeds are eaten. HOUSE SPARROW AND TREE SPARROW. 183 I have seen Sparrows eating dock seeds ravenously, and have taken out of their crops the seeds of the charlock or wild mustard—that plant which so often chokes the growing grain, and spreads its golden blooms throughout an entire field. We must also bear in mind that our game preservers are indirectly responsible for many of the Sparrow’s ill doings ; for by their relentless persecu- tion of our birds of prey they have relieved the Sparrow of vigilant enemies and natural guards against its undue increase, and thereby allowed him to multiply in a manner Nature never intended. The Tree Sparrow, a bird differing by the way but slightly from its cousin the House Sparrow, shows a choice of habitat directly opposite. While the House Sparrow courts man’s society, the Tree Sparrow shuns it, and retires far into the wilds for sustenance. In the planta- tions, or on the borders of the mountain torrent, we sometimes hear his peculiar chirp; and miles away from man’s abode we are often gratified with his pert crafty appearance. But though strictly speaking a bird of the wild, he is not unfrequently seen in the fields and even in the farmyard amongst the commoner species. The Tree Sparrow is a much more lively species, and con- fines himself*for the most part to trees. His voice too is different, being more shrill and musical than the monotonous chirp of the house species. . As the Tree Sparrow is a bird of but local distribu- tion, though certainly thought to be much rarer than it really is, we are not often gratified by a sight of his nest. Nests that have come under my own observation were placed in holes in trees, and such situations, with holes in rocks, I consider are peculiar to this species, for the bird seldom or probably never builds it in the open air. The nest also is nothing near so comfortable as that of 184 RURAL BIRD LIFE. the House Sparrow, its materials consisting of dry grasses and a few feathers. The eggs are five and sometimes six in number, slightly smaller than the House Sparrow’s, and dull white in ground colour, with rich brown blotches and spots. When the young are hatched both the old birds are very noisy, and will rarely indeed allow you to approach them closely. I am of opinion that but one brood is reared in the year. The Tree Sparrow appears to be much more insectivorous in its food than the House Sparrow, although both species may be seen in company on the corn lands in autumn. | As the Tree Sparrow so closely resembles the domes- tic species, I have small doubt but what they are confused together and all viewed as House Sparrows. Yet in the wilder districts the Tree Sparrow probably abounds, and may easily be detected from the commoner species by the two white patches on the sides of the neck, its small size, and its more trim and active appearance, and the singular wariness of its disposition. THE BULLFINCH. THE Bullfinch is a peculiar yet very handsome bird. You can never confound him with any other Finch, for his bright red breast, jet black head, and beautiful blue upper plumage of silky texture, and the metallic gloss of his blue-black tail, and the white patch on the rump, make him a bird easily recognised. In form, too, he differs considerably from the birds known as Finches. His beak is shaped more like the Parrot’s, with which he can readily feed on the various berries, and his head is more square-looking, and puts you in mind of the Hawks. The Bullfinch is a bird loving retirement. In summer he frequents the densest thickets, and the gloomy evergreens in the shrubberies, and as we wander through these situations we are ‘seldom fortunate enough to catch more than a hurried view of him as he retreats still further into the shade. However, we ofttimes get a view of him in the winter time, when the trees and hedgerows are leafless, and he is searching 186 RURAL BIRD LIFE. their buds for grubs, or sometimes feeding on the buds themselves. He delights to pay the orchard a visit, and, perched in the cherry tree, we see him and his mate— for they seldom or never flock, but go in pairs the winter through—going over the branches, shelling out the buds, and exploring every nook and cranny like the little Tit- mice do; and ever and anon they utter their peculiar piping call notes. When the bare boughs begin to don their verdure the Bullfinch is more rarely seen, for he now retires with his mate to the most secluded thickets, where he will build his nest. About this time, too, we hear his low soft piping song, given forth as though its author were afraid of warbling higher for fear of being noticed. The Black- cap warbler, though he loves retirement well, still will sometimes boldly advance and warble long and loud within a few feet of you ; the Chaffinch, again, will pour out his spirited warbles close beside you as you wander through his haunts; but the shy and retiring Bullfinch never does so, and it is nine times out of ten that you are favoured by accident in hearing his low tuneful melody. The Bullfinch, from what I have observed of its habits and economy, I pronounce to be a life-paired species. When the mellow leaves of autumn are falling, if the Bullfinch is seen his mate bears him company ; in winter, as the bird wanders over the naked branches, it is in company with his mate; and when the vernal sun bids annual birds seek the company of a mate, and strife reigns amongst them, the Bullfinch is a peaceful species, for his mate has not to be sought for, and wherever his bright charming colours are seen, his mate in her more sober garb is not far away. Though a bird be of fine form and handsome colours, these attributes THE BOLLEFINCH. 187 are not at all a sign that it builds a neat and well made nest. Slovenly indeed is the cradle of the Bullfinch: placed often in the branches of the yew tree, in the closest whitethorn bushes, or amongst the tangled vegetation of the brake, the nest in the first place is made of grasses, rootlets, moss, and twigs, loosely put together; while the inside is lined with fibrous roots, and sometimes wool and feathers, or even vegetable down. The eggs are four or five in number, bluish- green in ground colour, spotted with purplish-red, some- times forming a zone round the larger end. The male bird is seldom seen in the nesting season, and the female keeps out of sight as much as possible, and leaves her nest upon the slightest alarm, and flits silently into the cover. Indeed, you may wander near the nesting grounds of the Bullfinch and be totally unaware of it, for the birds are probably more shy and retiring in their manner than the shyest and most retiring of the bashful little warblers themselves. When the young leave the nest they are soon abandoned by their parents, though in some cases it is probable they remain in company during the winter, and this explains the circumstance of seeing the birds in little parties at that season. The moulting season of the Bullfinch is passed over in gloomy silence, and we seldom see the birds again until Novem- ber’s blasts have stripped the hedgerows of their leafy covering. The food of the Bullfinch in summer is partly com- posed of insects, and it will occasionally hover above various plants, and secure the insects and beetles upon their leaves. The greater part of the year, however, the Bullfinch depends on vegetable matter for support. He will visit various forest and orchard trees and prey upon their buds; he will frequent the hawthorn hedges and 138 RURAL BIED? LIP LE, eat the haws, shelling out the stones with his peculiar bill ; and he also eats the hips of the rose tree.. While the majority of Finches love to eat the smaller seeds and grain, the Bullfinch loves those of a more fleshy nature, hence he prefers certain pulpy buds and various berries. In the month of January the Bullfinch pays particular attention to the dock plants, on whose stems he gracefully poises and ejects the seeds, the husks strewing the ground beneath, his rich and varied plu- mage contrasting richly with the deep browns of the docks’ withered stems and seed-pods. The Bullfinch is in high request for a cage bird, and in confinement he is said to make a pretty pet, and with careful training may be taught to pipe various airs. The Bullfinch is probably more often seen in confine- ment than in his native haunts; but I would far rather deny myself the pleasure of ever seeing his rich and varied plumage than confine him in a cage. We often find that the more showy and handsome the bird the more it loves retirement. The Kingfisher elects to sit in moody silence far in the shade, and delights in retirement; the Bullfinch, though so showy in appearance, still mopes away his time far from the open. It may be that Nature has a purpose in sending these her brightest gems into seclusion, for there they at least find safety, which they would not were they of more open habits, for their charming beauty would in- evitably prove their destruction. LINNET. THE LINNET AND REDPOLL, THOUGH the Greenfinch is sometimes known in the country as the ‘ Linnet,’ stil! there is but one Finch in Britain really called that name, and that is the bird with which we are at present interested. The Linnet has nothing in its plumage particularly striking save the rosy hue which adorns the breast of the male in the breeding season, and which contrasts well with the rich brown upper plumage. But, nevertheless, it is a very interesting little creature, and has a pleasing song. Itis common in most districts in the winter time, frequenting the waste grounds and weedy places, and in the summer months repairing to the gorse coverts, where if builds its nest. Linnets are found in flocks up to the period of the vernal equinox. A little previous to that time the male birds commence to sing in low and subdued tones, but as the season advances the song increases in vigour, and when the males of an entire flock are all warbling forth their notes we have a concert that Orpheus himself would 190 RORAL- BIRD- LIFE. pause in his labours and listen to with delight. But these concerts are soon no longer heard, for the males have each gained the attentions of a mate, and by mutual understanding the whole flock is disbanded. Let us follow one of the pairs, and bear them company throughout the summer. They frequent their winter haunt perhaps for a day or so after the flock have dis- persed, and then high up in the air they wing their way, twittering to each other as they go, to the higher lands. There is a gorse covert below them, just on the borders of a rugged moor, and with a peculiar dipping motion they alight in its prickly fastness. Here for days, it may be weeks, they frequent the covert, hopping from spray to spray, the male bird singing with renewed vigour as the vernal season expands its loveliness. But the birds have a purpose in coming hither, and, prompted by resistless impulse, they set about preparing for the comforts of their future young. A convenient site is soon chosen amongst the gorse, for the Linnet prefers it to any other shrub, and a little home is speedily advanc- ing to completion. In the first place, moss and dry grass is used, sometimes strengthened with a few of the dead sprays of the gorse, and wool taken from its branches, left there by the sheep in its struggles to pass through the almost impenetrable mazes ; then the inside is lined with hair, feathers, wool, and vegetable down. But a few days are taken up in the erection of the nest, and the first egg is laid soon after its completion. Six eggs are deposited, more rotund than those of the Green- finch, and smaller, bluish-green in ground colour, speckled with tiny markings of deep red. On these both birds sit, though the female does so most frequently. Silence is the protective power usually employed by the Linnet for the safety of its nest, and you may sometimes THE LINNET AND REDPOLL. IgI remove the parent bird with your hand, so closely does she sit; yet when rudely scared from her home she sometimes tries by various alluring motions to draw all your attention upon herself. The greater part of the male bird’s time, when not on the nest, is taken up in singing from some neighbouring spray. Should you alarm him, he suddenly ceases, and takes refuge in the thickest parts of the covert, there to remain until all danger has gone. When the young can leave the nest they are attended by their parents until the flocking time in July, or left to themselves if the old birds rear another brood, which they often do. In July the pair of Linnets that have resided in the upland gorse covert all the summer, leave it, and are joined by other families, and wing their way back again to their accustomed winter haunt, fresh arrivals swelling their numbers as they go. There they frequent the grounds overrun with weeds, feeding on the various seeds. They are not shy, and when in motion the white parts of their plumage tell out in rich contrast against their rich brown other parts. The male bird has now lost his song, and their only note is a shrill and musical twitter. When disturbed, they all fly off together, and take refuge on the topmost branches of the nearest tree, all perching close together; but when the danger has passed they leave the tree in a long straggling train. _ Linnets seem to keep their own society, probably more so than any other Finch. Seldom indeed are any other birds seen in their company, save a few Twites and Red- polls, their very close congeners. Flocks of Linnets are very often seen on the sea coast, frequenting the waste lands, and it is not impro- bable these birds are migrants ; for I am satisfied in my own mind that all or nearly all our British Finches are 192 RURAL BIRDLIFE, increased in numbers in winter time by strangers from lands where the snow lies too deep for them to procure their food, and where the cold is so keen that it is un- bearable. The Redpoll may always be distinguished from the Linnet by its small size and peculiar notes, and by the ruby-coloured patch of plumage on the crown of the head, from which it takes its name. In the summer months the majority of Redpolls retire northwards to breed: still I often find his nest in the hedgerows, or in the young fir plantations. A tiny little structure it is, placed in some convenient crotch, like the Chaffinch’s, and made of moss, sometimes a few slender twigs, rootlets, and dry grass, and lined with feathers and the down from the willow tree and other plants. It is seldom found completed before the latter end of May, and the eggs, about the size of a Willow Warbler’s, are four or five in number, greenish-blue in ground colour, spotted with purplish-red, and sometimes streaked with deep brown. The Cuckoo will sometimes pay the Redpoll a visit, and deposit an egg, which the little birds tend with as much care as their own. When the young are hatched, if you approach their nest, the old birds become very anxious for their safety. They flit from spray to spray, now alighting in the neighbour- ng trees, and then flying round your head, all the time keeping up an incessant chorus of twittering notes. During the nesting season the male bird occasionally utters a short and pleasing song, but when the young are reared his notes cease to be heard, unless, indeed, he may have a second brood; but this I doubt, for as they breed so late in season, and are seen in flocks in August, there is no time for one. As soon as the young are reared the Redpoll be- alll a i Lae TINNED AND KEDPOLL. 193 comes a gregarious species; family joins family, until a considerable flock is formed, whose members keep united until the vernal season bids them again separate for the continuation of their species. The Redpoll is another of my little special favourites ; his trustfulness makes him so. See how they alight within a few yards of you, to pick out the seeds of various plants, and with what little shyness or show of fear they allow you to observe them when perched on the surrounding hedge- rows, or when exploring the trees in every conceivable attitude. Even if suddenly disturbed, they merely fly into the air, uttering their pleasing twittering notes, and, after wheeling about, they again settle close to you as before. We find that the young birds do not wear the unassuming though lovely garb of their parents, nor have they the patch of deep ruby-coloured plumage that adorns the crown of their sire: but upon the return of the following summer the little creatures receive their garb of maturity. The food of the Redpoll for the greater part of the -year may be said to be composed of seeds of various kinds, the greater part of them belonging to the most noxious weeds, such as thistles, wild mustard, docks, and a hundred others. Upon grounds covered with these weeds, we see the Redpoll in greatest abundance. A favourite situation for them in November is the alder swamps, when the trees are covered with ripe seed-cones. In a little flock keeping close together they explore the branches and eject the seeds, the husks dropping in all directions. In every possible attitude, like the Tits, they ' gain their purpose ; if alarmed, merely flitting buoyantly away, wheeling round in the air fora short time, to again alight on probably the same tree, where they at once set to work as before. In midwinter they visit the dry and O 194 RURAL BIRD LIFE. withered nettles, to feed on the tiny seeds. Clinging to the stems, they gain their purpose, and the husks strew- ing the ground beneath tell us in silent language of the Redpolls’ usefulness to man. When all the train of choristers that seeks our land in summer has left us, and the winter makes all things cold and cheerless, the Red- polls occur in much larger numbers, The far north, where they love to spend their summer, is now uninhabit- able, and they flock hither for food and safety. At night the evergreen’s ever verdant branches afford them warmth and shelter from the biting winds, and it is just as the blood-red wintry sun is sinking through a sky of leaden hue that they seek repose. = are — GOLDFINCH. THE GREENFINCH AND GOLDFINCH. Tue Greenfinch is another bird whose beauty is of no mean order, its rich green and golden-yellow plumage being every bit as beautiful as many of the feathered gems of southern climes. As cultivation and improve- ment advance, so too does the Greenfinch, and we find him around the highly cultivated fields and in our gar- dens and pleasure grounds. But the place the Green- finch loves best to frequent is the shrubberies near man’s habitation, where he can find warmth and safety in the winter months, and where, when summer reigns, he can rear his brood in peace. He warbles occasionally throughout the summer and autumn months, but we must hear his performance in the mating season, which takes place in April, to form a correct idea of his musical powers. His song, it is true, is slightly monotonous, but very sweet, portions of it being equally as pleasing as the song of the Canary. It is tremulous and chirping, 02 196 RURAL BIRD LIFE. and wants the sprightliness of the Chaffinch. But to hear his song at its best we must hear several of the birds singing together, when the various parts are uttered in wild confusion: then we hear music beautiful in the extreme. When the Chaffinch quits the shrubberies, a few weeks after the vernal equinox, the Greenfinch repairs to them in large numbers ‘for the purpose of nesting. The Greenfinch, though not what we can class as a strictly gregarious bird in the summer months, is still one very sociable amongst its ‘kind ; and we often find numbers of their nests withia a very small area, sometimes two in the branches of the same tree. Although the birds breed in large numbers amongst the evergreens in shrub- beries, still numbers of their nests are seen in the hedge- rows, notably the whitethorn. We also find it fifty feet or more from the ground, in the ivy growing up the forest tree, amongst the brambles of the wild rose, and now and then in the gorse. Few nests are more beautiful than the abode of the Greenfinch. The out- side part is made of moss, dry grass, and wool, through which a few slender twigs are sometimes entwined ; while the inside is lined with moss in the first place, then hair, and feathers, and wool. It is not so neatly woven as the Chaffinch’s nest, nor is it so well made or cleverly concealed. We have much yet to learn even in the simple matter of birds’ nests. The Wren, we are told, owes the compactness and beauty of her nest to her slender beak and long legs; yet the Chaffinch or Green- finch, with her thick clumsy bill and comparatively short legs, is able to produce masterpieces of nest building. The nests of the thick-billed birds in Britain are, take them as a whole, by far the neatest, and more compactly built than any of our soft-billed birds, many of whose THE GREENFINCH AND GOLDFINCH. 197 nests are but slightly and poorly built. This interesting subject might be pursued much further, for it is indeed a subject as yet but little inquired into. But we will return to the Greenfinch, now busy with nesting duties. The eggs are from four to six in number, of a pure white ground colour, spotted and blotched with purplish- red. The Greenfinch is another bird who sometimes sits upon her first egg as soon as laid. When you approach the nest the old birds become very noisy and anxious. Flitting from spray to spray, they utter their monotonous, though not unpleasing call notes, and should the nest contain young, the female bird will approach you closely, and by every action and cry betray the keenest . anguish. The young of the Greenfinch are not so richly dressed as the male, and they are spotted and streaked, yet have the golden yellow in the wings. They remain in company with their parents for a short time after quitting the nest, when, if the season be not too far advanced, the old birds leave them and rear a second, and, in some cases, a third brood. Early in July the Greenfinches, young and old, con- gregate into little parties, and in company with Sparrows frequent the grass fields. Here we see them fluttering over the mowing grass, catching the insects, but the chief cause of these visits is for the purpose of feeding on the seeds of the grasses. As the year rolls on the parties of Greenfinches become larger, as the birds engaged in rearing the late broods join them, and then the corn fields are visited. Inthe winter the Greenfinch is found in company with the Buntings, feeding upon the newly sown corn lands ; sometimes, too, we see them eating the holly berries and picking the seeds out of the fir cones in company with the Titmouse. When the short winter's day is passing into night, as we wander beneath 198 RURAL BIRD LIFE, the gloomy evergreens we notice the Greenfinches in flocks performing various wheeling motions in the air, and finally settle down to repose. The holly is preferred to any other shrub, and the number which nightly re- pair to its shelter is astonishing. Numbers of other birds roost with them, as Sparrows, Chaffinches, and Thrushes, and it is a sight worth seeing to notice their actions both at nightfall and when the sun again sends them to the neighbouring fields for sustenance. The Finches are, in Nature’s economy, entrusted with the task of keeping the weeds in subjection, and the Greenfinch is probably one of the most useful, for its food is found to consist for the greater part of seeds most hurtful to the works of man. The charlock that so often chokes his cereal crops is partly kept in bounds by the vigilant Greenfinch, who prefers its tiny seeds before the golden grain. The dock, whose rank vegetation would, if allowed to cast all its seeds, spread barrenness around, is also one of his storehouses, and the rank grasses, at their seeding time, are his chief support. There is another bird to which I would give a passing notice ere the Finches are bade adieu, and that is the gay and elegant little Goldfinch. Next to that animated gem the refulgent Kingfisher, the Goldfinch is thought by many persons to be the bird standing highest in the scale of beauty.. But then their own feelings may have biased them in this particular, for does not the Stone- chat, the Gold Crest, and the Chaffinch, the Magpie and the Starling, exhibit charms so rich and varied, that in the contest for beauty it is difficult to say which carries off the palm ? The Goldfinch with me, save in the breeding season, is a wanderer, only appearing at uncertain intervals, and remaining until the seeds which tempt his sojourn are THE GREENFINCH AND GOLDFINCH. 199 consumed. I see them usually in pairs in the winter time, sometimes in little parties, on the commons, around the tangled weed-choked hedgerows, and especially where thistles and docks are abundant. ‘The thistles are a favourite place for the Goldfinch, and where those beautiful though unwelcome weeds are found, the birds congregate for the purpose of feeding on the seeds, and their actions at these times and the variety of attitudes they assume form a pleasing animated sight. They perch on the thistle’s feathery crown, and deftly obtain the seeds, the down fluttering away on the breeze. They cling to the dock stems, and with sharp twittering notes eject the seeds, and then in graceful airy flight sally off in search of more. They are not shy birds, provided you do not greatly alarm them, and they will often allow you to witness their operations but a few yards away. The song of the Goldfinch, heard in early April, is loud and sweet, and its merits are such that the bird is in the greatest request by the bird fancier. His song, too, is said to be improved by confinement; but I myself would far rather see him flitting from stem to stem before me, and hear his pleasing song, speaking of liberty and free as air, than confine him, even though by so doing I could make his notes sweeter than those of any other songster. The Goldfinch is rather a late breeder. In the month of May, sometimes not until early June, we find his nest. It is often amongst the evergreens, hanging suspended from a drooping bough; sometimes it is in the fruit trees in the orchard, or in the hawthorn hedges. The nest is not so neatly built as that of the Chaffinch, nor is it so slovenly as the nest of the Greenfinch. It is made of grasses, rootlets, and moss, and lined with hair and feathers, and the down from various plants, as 200 RURAL BIRD LIFE. . ONS SL ie ot > thistles and groundsels. All the materials are well woven together, and the nest when completed is very strong and compact. The eggs are pale bluish-white, speckled and spotted with small reddish-brown markings, the more frequent on the larger end, and are four or five in number, THE STARLING. 201 ee eee THE STARLING. A VERY interesting bird is the Starling. Its regular movements, bright and glossy plumage, and its pleasing rambling notes, together with its harmlessness of charac- ter, make it a bird of special favour with me. We find it with us at all seasons of the year, and it is in fact quite as homely as the rooks themselves. Its habits, too, if carefully studied, will be found to closely resemble those of its sable congener. Early in January Starlings visit their nesting-sites, and continue to do so almost daily until the breeding season. Regularly every morning they are seen sitting in pairs near their nesting-holes, preening their feathers and basking in the genial warmth of the morning sun, the male birds whistling their varied and lively notes. By these birds returning to their nesting-sites at various seasons thus, and using them yearly for their purpose, we know that the Starling, like its congener the Rook, is joined to its partner for life. In the vernal year the song of the Starling is heard to perfection. On a tree near his nesting-hole, on the chimney-stack or on the house-top, he is heard to sing. His song is given forth with trembling drooping wings, the throat is distended, the feathers ruffled, which now by the way shine with pristine gloss, and the whole body seemingly full of nervous excitement. Monotonous in parts it perhaps is, but it is a song in which all the com- 202 RURAL BIRD LIFE. ~ ponent parts form one rich, wild, varied, and beautiful whole. The Starling also claims rank as a perennial songster, for his tuneful warblings are heard, like those of the Robin and Wren, throughout the year. The year rolls on; every available hole is secured and zealously guarded by its watchful owners, and the Starling must see about the construction of its rude abode. Under the eaves of our dwellings, in old walls and ruined ivy-mantled towers, and in the holes of the forest trees, all prove acceptable to the Starling. Should the reader wish, if suitably situated, to encourage these birds around him in the nesting season, he need only place several small boxes, with a hole in their sides for the entrance of the birds, in the trees near at hand, or fasten them to the walls of his dwelling, and the Star- lings will invariably take possession of them. The nest of the Starling is a very slovenly structure, composed of straws, grass, and a few feathers; even rags, twine, or paper will be utilised, if conveniently near at hand. But nevertheless the nest itself is small, and forms a com- pact bed for the eggs, which are four or five in number, and very beautiful, being of a clear greenish-blue, entirely devoid of markings. They are as a rule very elongated, but some few specimens are almost round. We often find eggs of the Starling laid in grass fields frequented by the birds, and these eggs are very often quite puzzling to the young naturalist, who is at a loss to identify them. The simple reason why we find these eggs here is be- cause the birds have not sufficient time to gain their nest for the purpose, and it also clearly proves that birds have not the power of withholding theireggs. The young Starlings are very noisy birds, especially when their parents enter the hole with food. Such a chorus of cries, and what a number of hungry little beaks are eer —— THE STARLING. 203 opened together! The old birds have plenty of work to keep all these little mouths supplied, and they may be seen to bring food to the nest every two minutes, and keep up their labours for sixteen hours every day. The food is obtained from the neighbouring grass lands, and consists entirely of worms and snails. Upon alighting near the nest with food, you see the bird look warily around, and, if all be safe, hastily enter the nesting-hole. Sometimes before the bird has finished feeding the young its mate arrives, and waits patiently for its ap- pearance, for very rarely indeed do both birds enter the nest together, when, with a chirp of mutual love, each _ pursues its way, the one tothe fields, the other to its young. And thus the birds labour on for many days, until their young are sufficiently matured .to quit the nest and repair with their parents to the pastures. Deceptive motions are one of the Starling’s forms of protective power, especially where the birds are much persecuted; but the Starling sometimes protects its eggs or young by ‘force of arms, and will, like the Stormcock, dash boldly into the face of an intruder, and make the air resound with its harsh and grating cries. Starlings rear two, and often three, brocds in a season. The young are such strange looking birds when fledged, regular nondescripts in fact, that anyone not acquainted with the natural history of the Starling would be at a loss to name them. Even many learned men formerly fell into error over the circumstance, and called the young Starling the dusky Thrush, thinking it to be quite a distinct species, so different is it from its gaily dressed parents. It is dark brown on the upper parts, and the under parts much lighter, and possesses none of the rich markings or pristine gloss of the adult birds, 204 RURAL BIRD LIFE. In the autumnal moult the birds gain their rich and glossy plumage. The food of the Starling is for the most part com- posed of worms and slugs, although in the autumn they will feed on fruit. I have known them devour elder- berries ravenously, and the garden fruits too are eaten. But these inroads on fruit are but trifling, for the Starling as a rule obtains his sustenance from the grass fields alone. Starlings are guided by sight alone in obtaining their food. It is a pleasing sight to watch a company of these birds searching for food. Nimbly they run and walk about, picking up the slugs or drawing the worms from their hiding-places. Sometimes one of the birds will find an unusually large worm, and then several others will if possible strive to gain a share, and harsh cries prevail until the tempting morsel is despatched. When flushed, Starlings rise simultaneously, and usually alight in the same manner. When these birds and Rooks are feeding in company, the Starlings always keep together. No satisfactory reason has yet been given for this that I am aware of. But may not these birds keep together for this purpose? When about to take flight all fly up together. Jackdaws, if any be present, fly with the Rooks, but the Starlings keep in one dense flock. And is not this because, did the birds rise promiscuously, the Starlings would have difficulty in flying amongst a flock of their corvine brethren, and no doubt get sepa- rated. The Jackdaws, being as large as the Rooks, or nearly so, experience no inconvenience. A bird gifted with surprising powers of flight is the Starling. JI often see them coursing through the air in search of insects, like Swallows, and then their powers of “wing are’seen to perfection. “At other times the Starling passes through the air on a rapid beat of wing THE STARLING. 208 and in a straight unwavering course. He who has dissected a Starling will know at once that the bird is admirably adapted for a flight rapid and well sus- tained. The Starling is a strictly gregarious bird, and would breed in societies, like Rooks or Jackdaws, did circum- stances favour them; but every one is against them, no one offers them his protection, and the poor Starling is a lonesome wanderer. Perhaps the most interesting time to study the habits of the Starling is when the young are reared, and the birds at liberty to follow their gregarious habits. By the middle of May Starlings are seen in flocks, for once the duties of the year are over, each family seeks the company of its kindred. Family joins family, and soon a large flock is formed, and now the birds are seen feeding together, roosting together, and, in fact, in company all the time. Here one large flock roosts in a group of whitethorn trees, and every evening I see them wheeling about in a dense and compact body, now as it were disappearing, and again appearing, as the birds, by one common impulse, present themselves in various attitudes to the light, waving about in the air like animated network, to settle at last on the trees of the selected roosting place. There is a certain regularity of movement peculiar to gregarious birds alone. Every evening, as soon as the sun nears the western horizon, the Starlings may be seen at their accustomed roosting place, perched on the top- most branches, and blackening the trees with their numbers. They are constantly in motion, flitting from tree to tree, or struggling for some post of vantage. Every few moments fresh arrivals appear, and glide gracefully down from the surrounding tree tops to join the main company. Now one comes alone, sailing with 206 RURAL BIRD LIFE. skimming flight from on high to settle down with his. — congeners ; then a little party of three or four arrive fresh from the neighbouring grass lands and join the throng, which all the time is keeping up a concert of chattering, warbling, scolding, and whistling — notes. It is a pleasing sight indeed to watch the evening motions of the Starling, at a season when they ail live in company, and in a spot where the harmless creatures fear no danger. Now numbers take a wheeling flight and return; others repair to the neighbouring pastures to seek their evening meal, but to return long before the evening’s dusk, when the birds, enshrouded by the shadows of night, and their noisy warblings o’er, settle down to undisturbed repose. One year our flock of Starlings was an unusually large one, and every evening a hundred at least left the main flock just before nightfall and flew right across the valley to a distant roosting place. They reguiarly left every evening at the same time, winging their way at a considerable height in the heavens, and keeping up an incessant chorus of harsh unmusical cries as they went. He who loves to contemplate the face of smiling Nature, and watch the varied motions of the feathered tribes around him, will grieve to learn that the poor harmless Starling is often caught in immense numbers for our so-called sportsmen—men worthy of the time- honoured name would be guilty of no such heartless conduct—who shoot the poor birds for mere pastime and wanton amusement. | | q 7 | JACKDAW. THE FGACKDAW AND CARRION CROW. THE Jackdaw is something like the Rook in general appearance, although his plumage is not quite so glossy, and he has a patch of lignt grey plumage on the crown and nape. He is also in size much smaller than the Rook, being perhaps a little larger than the Magpie, and his passage through the air is performed with a more rapid beat of wing than that bird. Like the Crow family in general, he is not particular as to the choice of a haunt. On the rock-bound coast we hear his pecu- 208 RURAL BIRD WIPE. liar cry as he wings his way to the inland pastures ; amid the bleak upland wilds he lives secure amongst the limestone rocks ; while in the more cultivated dis- tricts we see him soaring round the old church towers and amongst the ivied ruins. He will also associate with the Rooks, and rear his young in holes in the trees which contain their nests. The Rook loves to live near the mansion when in the height of its prosperity, the Jackdaw when it is a heap of mouldering ruins. And why? Simply because. he can find abundant holes in which to rear his young amongst the ruins; but when, the building was inhabited by man no holes in which the Daw could nestle were allowed to remain. The Jackdaw resembles the Rook in his general habits, and indeed flocks with them, roosts with them, and only leaves their company when called upon to re- produce his species. The Jackdaw is astrictly gregarious bird, and lives in companies like the Rook. Daily we see them wing their way to the pastures, and obtain their food, and then spend their time either sporting in the air or resting in the neighbouring trees until the sun approaches the western horizon, when they congregate, or separate into little parties, and retire to their roosting place, which is usually in the neighbourhood of their nesting grounds. When evening is fast settling into night I often linger and watch the motions of the Daws ere settling down to rest. Their homes are in great plenty in the limestone cliff above me, rearing its hoary summit to the skies, and seared and furrowed by many a scar. Only a few birds are at first seen, but suddenly their well-known cries disturb the tranquil air, and the birds appear in view flying closely together, a few strag- glers being in the rear. After circling in the air a short time they alight in little parties on the stunted trees THE FACKDAW AND CARRION CROW. 209 growing from the cliff’s rugged sides some three hundred feet above me, while a few pay visits to their nesting- holes ; yet all finally settle down to rest on the branches of the trees, where, summer and winter alike, they brave the elements in their exposed and lofty roosting place. The Jackdaw breeds very late in the year, for the Rooks have young even before they commence laying. Many persons endeavour to show us that all birds nest- ing in holes of man’s habitation show a change of habit, and bring these instances forward as bearing on the theory of Natural Selection. They tell us that the Jackdaw shows an affection for the church steeple, which can hardly be explained by instinct. Now it is the Jackdaw’s peculiar habit to nestle in holes of trees or rocks, but when these holes were found in church steeples and other artificial places, the Jackdaw resorted to them just as he would resort to the cliff or tree, both answer- ing his purpose equally as well. We have yet no proof that the Daw can distinguish any difference from these holes and the holes formed by Nature. It is the same with the Starling and the House Sparrow, for they will both build readily in artificial places if you provide them with the requisite accommodation. But remember the accommodation afforded must resemble that to which the birds are naturally in the habit of resorting to, otherwise your attempts will be in vain. You can no more entice the Starling to build amongst ycur evergreens or in the branches of your fruit trees, than you can, by making holes in your dwelling, entice the Rooks to leave the elm trees and take up their abode in them. The Jack- daw, unlike the Rook or the Carrion Crow, has that in its economy which requires it to bring up its young in a hole, like the Starling to wit, and we find he nestles both in holes of rocks and trees, also church steeples, and P 210 RURAL BIRD LIFE. amongst the Gothic architecture of cathedrals. May has arrived ere the Jackdaw commences her rude abode, that is, those birds setting up nest-building for the first time, or those whose nests need repairing. The nest is built of sticks, and lined with clods of turf, moss, wool, and feathers, and the eggs are four or five in number, pale bluish-green in ground colour, spotted and speckled with brown of various shades: they are a little larger than those of the Magpie. It is very probable that the Jackdaw rears its young on food somewhat different to that of the Rook, and this will then explain the lateness of' their breeding season. At all events dissection would place the matter beyond a doubt. The food of the Jackdaw is just as varied in its nature as the food of the Rook. In the early months he will follow the plough, and frequent the newly sown’ land; he will frequent the potato fields and grass lands, and feed upon the wire-worms. In spring and summer insects and grubs form his main support ; inthe autumn he will eat the acorns and beech mast ; while in the winter, when hard pressed, he will prey upon carrion and the refuse of the slaughter-house. The Jackdaw seems not to be persecuted in so relentless a manner as the other members of the Crow family, yet how he has gained this freedom from oppression I know not. But pity it is his congeners cannot indulge in the same degree of safety, for their usefulness isapparent to every one who makes the feathered tribe the object of his study. The Carrion Crow resembles the Rook in his ap- pearance, but he is rather a stouter-made bird, and he never has the throat and base of the mandibles bare of feathers, and by this circumstance alone you can always tell him from his sable congener. We see the Carrion a ee aati THE FACKDAW AND CARRION CROW. 211 Crow on the bleak and rocky coast, subsisting upon the garbage thrown up by the restless deep; we hear his hoarse croak in the upland districts, even on the grouse moors and sheep-walks ; but the home he loves best is in the well-wooded districts—the districts which abound most with his food. Here we ofttimes see him on the pastures with the rooks, but he seldom or never asso- ciates with them, or even with his own kindred, for more than a pair are rarely seen together. If the reader would wish to examine the cradle of this bold and wary bird, he must seek it far in the deepest shades, although he will sometimes rear his young a stone’s throw from your door; but this is only where he lives unmolested. In the wooded solitudes, therefore, when the month of May is making all things pleasant around us, the Carrion Crow is engaged in bringing up his young. You see his nest in the top- most branches of the oak, sometimes amongst the tangled foliage of the fir, or far up in the swaying branches of a lofty elm. It matters little on which tree it is placed, but wherever we find it it is always well made. The outside is made of sticks, cemented with mud and clay, and lined in the first place with the same material ; then wool, torn from the backs of’ the sheep in the neighbouring pastures, moss from the ground beneath, and feathers from the distant poultry yard, all firmly and evenly placed, and forming a bed as smooth as the rooty bottom of the Magpie’s nest. On this the eges lie bare and uncovered, four, or more rarely five in number, and often only three. They are subject to much variation both in size and colour, and closely resemble those of the Rook, only they are as a rule rather larger. The Carrion Crow is a wary bird, and quits her nest, if it only contain eggs, the moment your P2 212 RURAL BIRD ‘EIFE. footsteps greet her ear; though if the intruder be one of her natural enemies she will fight fiercely in defence of her eggs. When the young are hatched the Carrion Crow, made bold by their incessant clamourings for food, pays frequent visits to the poultry yard, and carries off the Chickens and Ducklings, on which to feed them. If a Pheasant or Partridge be driven from her nest without opportunity of covering her eggs, they are often spied out by the Carrion Crow, and borne off one by one in his strong bill. The young are soon aban- doned by their parents after gaining the use of their wings, and these again probably separate until the following season bids them seek the company of a mate. The Carrion Crow is an early riser, sometimes being abroad before the Rooks, and long before sunrise, and when the gray streaks of morning appear in the sky his harsh and discordant cry is heard as he winnows his way through the air from his roosting place to the distant feeding grounds. This bird is one not very particular as to the choice of his food. He will eat almost anything, from an insect to an acorn ; from the helpless chicks to the feeble wounded hare or rabbit ; from a living mouse or rat to the most.noisome carrion. Judging from his somewhat varied tastes, the Carrion Crow is a bird sadly persecuted by the gamekeeper and henwife. Yet withal his services could ill be spared, as he is one of Nature’s greatest scavengers, and his few little failings are amply repaid by the good he undoubtedly performs. I also think the wooded districts and the wild, the inland moor and the rocky coast, are greatly enhanced in beauty by the bold, yet wary, prying, active, and graceful Carrion Crow. << ll OO THE ROOK. THE Rook is another bird loving the society of man, and partly dependent upon his labours. And yet he is a bird very particular as to the choice of a home, for he will shun certain localities seemingly suitable for his colony, and take up his abode in others and remain there for centuries, even though man builds his crowded cities around him. Wherever the old country mansion rears its stately walls amongst the trees, there, too, we almost invariably find a colony of Rooks. In the neighbour- hood of the old abbey or castle, now nought but a heap of ivied ruins and souvenirs of bygone ages, we often see their nests in masses on the topmost branches of the neighbouring trees ; and these very nests, without doubt, belong to the descendants of the birds who cawed over the towers and battlements when in the height of their regal splendour centuries ago. The Rook lives in colonies, and by his social and trustful disposition we are enabled to study his habits 214 RURAL. BIRD LIFE. with ease. To begin with their varied habits, we will observe them in the breeding season. The Rook un- doubtedly pairs for life, and uses the same nest year after year, renewing it in the old site if blown out by the wintry blasts, and repairing it by adding fresh lining, or, if considerably damaged, sometimes building a new nest on the ruins of the old one. The Rook is one of the first birds to set about nesting duties, commencing operations long before the vernal equinox, and to visit a rookery in the building time is a real pleasure to lovers of the feathered tribes. ‘There we see them perched on the topmost branches of the trees, seated in their nests, or winging their way through the trackless air. What an animated scene! Rooks cawing in all directions; Rooks busily engaged on their nests, moulding and fashioning them for their purpose ; Rooks carrying sticks, turf, and other materiais ; Rooks in yonder fallow, obtain- ing mud to cement the sticks; and Rooks feeding on the neighbouring grass fields. In fact, Rooks everywhere, and all busily employed, their pleasing caws deafening the air around. Now one encroaches on the other's property, and then those combats occur which many persons attribute to the possession of the old nests— combats often of such a severe nature as to leave one of the birds bleeding and dying at the foot of the tree, and throwing the entire community into a fever of excitement and disorder. When the Rooks break off twigs from the nesting trees they invariably fly clear of the tree and gain their nest by an uninterrupted course, probably because taking the twig through the tangled branches would prove extremely difficult and troublesome. We also notice that when the nest is being built one of the birds remains at home while the other seeks materials ; but once the nest is completed this is never done, and it FTE ROOK... 205 remains safe, even though its owners be far away. Before the eggs are laid the Rooks never remain on the trees all night, that is in the smaller rookeries, for the birds join the larger colonies and roost with them nightly ; and they but seldom work except in the morning, spending the remainder of the day on the pastures. The Rook builds a firm and compact nest of sticks, cemented with mud and lined with the same. Then this shell is lined with turf torn from the grass lands, moss, wool, dry leaves, and feathers. It is far more shallow than that of the Carrion Crow, but otherwise closely resembles it, and so firmly is it built in its elevated crotch, that you may sit init with perfect safety. Numbers of the nests are built together in large masses, and they are always placed in the topmost branches. Most trees are built in, but probably the oak, elm, and beech are most frequently used. At the old manorial dwelling known as Beauchief Hall, a short distance away from the ancient abbey, the Rooks have in some instances built their nests in some tall holly bushes, many of them being little over eight feet from the cround. These strange sites are not chosen through necessity, for numbers of ‘stately trees throw up their graceful branches close at hand. The eggs of the Rook are subject to much variety both in form and colour. Some are elongated, others almost round; while the ground colour on many is green, on others it is nearly white, spotted and blotched with greenish-brown of various shades. On many specimens we find but little colouring matter, while in others it is so thickly diffused as to entirely hide the ground colour. In numbers, too, they vary considerably, for sometimes you will find but three, and at others four and five: the latter number I do not think they often exceed. If you remove the eggs 216 RURAE BIRD LIFE. of the Rook others will be laid, though but in small numbers, and I have known them sit on a single egg. What is also peculiar, is that we sometimes see eggs and young birds in the nest together, the eggs being often sat upon as soon as laid. How assiduously the Rook feeds its sitting mate! With peculiar cries and trembling wings it receives the supply of food by inserting its own bill in that of its partner, and taking the insects, grubs, and worms, that in a mass lie under its tongue. Notice yonder Rook; fresh from the grass land is he. His mate sees him approaching from afar; she hops off her charge, and - with peculiar tremulous cries and fluttering wings awaits his approach. He feeds her, and after some few marks of affection have passed between them, she cleans her bill on aneighbouring bough, and hops silently on to her precious eggs, while her mate wings his way for a fresh supply. It has been stated that the female bird alone hatches the egg, but this is an error, as I often see the birds change their duties: nevertheless the female bird is oftenest upon them. | By the second week in April, the young are heard uttering their feeble cries, and then the old birds are taxed to the utmost in supplying them with food. Backwards and forwards, to and from the fields, we see the old Rooks flying the entire day, and keeping up their labours long after sunset. For weeks this goes on, and then we notice the young birds sitting outside the nests and on the branches. I cannot find that the young return to their abode after once quitting it, but remain on the trees until able to fly, being fed there by their parents, just as frequently as when in the nest. The leaves are now rapidly expanding, and partly hide the young from view, who try their wings with little flights LHE- ROOK. 217 from tree to tree; and when their pinions will sustain them in the liquid void, they follow their parents to the pastures, and are there fed and tended, returning at nightfall to the nesting-trees. Time passes, and they become still stronger on the wing, and often soar to an immense height over the nesting-trees, as it were enjoy- ing to the utmost their newly acquired powers of motion. The young Rooks are nothing near so wary as their parents, and I once witnessed a pleasing sight in connec- tion with this matter. The Rooks were perched in immense numbers in the trees, and of course most of them took wing at my approach. One young bird, however, was almost in reach of my hand, sitting motion- less and unconcerned, when a mature bird flew swiftly past it, as if to warn it of its danger, and almost knock- ing it off its perch, when it flew away with the rest. From what I have observed, by the summer solstice the Rooks of the smaller rookeries quit the neighbour- hood of their nests, and join the members of the larger communities, and feed with them, fly with them, and at night repose in the trees which contain the nests of their hosts. But probably in every rookery in Britain, whether large or small, the Rooks, from the beginning of September till the following breeding season, visit their nests daily or nearly so. ‘Night brings home Crows,’ says the old proverb : it also brings home Rooks, and it is a stirring sight to see the denizens of a large rookery settle downto rest. All day they frequent the grass lands, turnip fields, or potato patches, either seeking their sustenance, bathing them- selves in the little pools, or basking in the sun’s genial rays on the tree tops. But as the sun draws -near the western horizon instinct prompts the Rooks to seek their roosting place. With a slow and regular beat of 218 RURAL (“BIRD Die, wing the main flock pursues its way through the heavens to the distant rookery. The Babel of sounds is deafen- ing as they wheel round and round previous to alighting. One by one or in little parties they perch on the top- most branches, now struggling for a post of vantage, or » taking short flights, uttering their hoarse caws. In the distance parties of three or four are winging their way to join the throng. The noise becomes louder, the some- what shrill cry of the Jackdaw mingling with the homely caw, caw of the Rook. The sun is sinking down in a sea of gold, and the moon, some height in the heavens, appears as a pale ball of fire. Cock Robin, singing his loudest, can scarcely be heard a few paces away, as the flapping wings above us, and the din their owners are making, drown his attempts to gain our notice. At last a lull occurs, as the Rooks, perched on every avail- able bough, turn their heads from side to side, or preen their glossy plumage. But it is not to last, even though the sun has long disappeared, and night reigns in all her soft and magic beauty. The Bats are flitting round us under the gloomy branches ; Cock Robin has sought a roosting place; field mice are chirping under the withered leaves ; and the woods bear that damp earthy smell so prominent at night. Now one old fellow perched on a dead limb far up yonder elm utters a hoarse croak ; another and another answer; now two or three together; and speedily the din is loud, nay, louder than before. Many change their places, their dark forms showing out against the clear western sky. Others hop about the boughs, to be pushed off by their companions and compelled to seek refuge elsewhere. What a terrific din! Is there going to be no end to it? Yes, gentle reader, the Rooks are a noisy race, and all their gatherings are attended with noisy converse. Yet, THE ROOK. 219 like human folk, they grow tired at last, and their caws are heard in lessening numbers, and finally silence reigns supreme, only broken by one or two solitary caws, for amongst a company so large there are always a few wake- ful ones, which would be heard even though we tarried under the trees until the Rooks left them in the gray light of morning, for their day on the neighbouring pastures. The food of the Rook is varied, and there is not a field which he does not visit at some season of the year. We see him on the grass lands, pulling up the turf, to obtain the wire-worms and grubs; we see him on the corn lands soon after the seed is sown, consuming the seeds which have not been covered up, or digging into the ground to prey upon the wire-worms at their roots. He is seen on the oat fields when that cereal is a few inches high ; but the agriculturist need not be alarmed, for let him examine those parts of the fields on which the Rooks are congregated, and he will find that the birds are seeking and greedily devouring a large brown grub which is preying upon the vitals of the young and tender plants. He is on the potato fields for the same purpose, and when hard pressed by hunger will sometimes eat them, as also will he eat the turnips, boring into them with his strong beak. We see him in the meadows too, following the plough for worms, and in the neighbour- hood of manure heaps. Rooks are also fond of carrion, and may be seen eating the refuse of the slaughter-house when thrown on the field as manure. If a dead animal be left in the fields exposed, the Rook will visit it and feed upon it, just as ravenously asthe Carrion Crow. In the autumn months when the acorns are ripe he feeds upon them. We invariably see the finest acorns grow- ing at the end of the slender branches, and the Rook, did he alight on these branches in his efforts to obtain them, 220 RURAL BIRD. ZIVE. would fail to do so, as the branches, being so slender, would not admit of sufficient purchase being used to break them off. Yet he does feed on these fine acorns, and obtains them in the following manner. Flying up to the tree, he alights on these slender branches, and, while swaying up and down, seizes the acorn firmly, and then hangs suspended to it, his weight breaking it off, when he flies to the ground with his prize and eats it at leisure. Like all birds of the Crow tribe, the Rook throws up the refuse of its food in the form of pellets, and the ground under the nesting-trees and the branches of the trees themselves are covered with them. Upon examination, we find that they are for the most part composed of the husks of grain, the hard wing cases of insects, and small portions of gravel swallowed for the purpose of aiding digestion. The Rook, though seeming to pass slowly through the air, is a bird capable of rapid flight, and I have no hesitation in saying that he often flies at from fifty to sixty miles an hour, or even more. He is a bird pos- sessing great control over himself in the air. Some- times when far up in the heavens he will, by alternately turning his back and breast to you, alight on the ground directly beneath him. This motion in the country is termed ‘ shooting,’ and the country people will tell you that it foretells wind. But as faras my own observations go, this motion is only used by the bird when desircus of alighting on ground directly beneath him, and the young naturalist may rest assured that the Rook is not affected in the slightest degree by A£olus, the god said to preside over the winds of heaven. Though the Rook lives near our dwellings and allows us to examine him closely when in the nesting-trees, still he isa-shy and wary bird. The country rustic will stoutly THE ROOK. 221 maintain that the Rook can smell gunpowder, simply because the Rook has through expericnce learnt to shun all suspicious objects. You may, by merely throwing up a stick to your shoulder, as if it were a gun, send a whole flock of Rooks scurrying off with as much alarm as though you had actually fired at them. Persecuted so closely by the farmer, the Rook, in self-defence, becomes extremely cunning, and it is only at very rare intervals you can approach: him within gunshot, unless in the breeding season, or when lost in a fog. Before leaving the Rook, I should like to say a few words respecting the bare patch of skin on his throat and at the base of his beak. We are still told that the . Rook, by continually digging in the ground, wears off in course of time all the feathers on these parts. The matter has been so extensively discussed and investi- gated by the late Charles Waterton, that I think further remarks from me unnecessary. But I would just add that this bareness is natural to the Rook alone, and if digging were the cause of it, the Magpie, the Jay, the Blackbird, and the Thrush, should all have this scarcity of feathers on these parts. Further, the Rook never baries his beak in the ground to such a depth as to rub the feathers off the throat, and during the intervals of his digging, which for the most part takes place in seed time, the feathers have ample time to grow again, which they never do; for as soon as the birds have completed their first autumnal moult these parts become bare, ever after to remain so. RURAL BIRD WAIPE. to iS) iS) THE MAGPIE. OF all birds found in Great Britain, but few excel the Magpie in the richness of their feathered garb. The metallic glow which pervades much of its plumage, and the caudal feathers glowing as they do in green, purple, bronze, and gold, cause the bird to be no mean rival of many of the finest feathered gems that frequent the blazing latitudes of the south. We find the Magpie plentifully distributed in the woods and coppices all the year round. Wealso see him in the pastures, sometimes perched on the backs of the feeding cattle, who take not the slightest notice of his presence, or searching for food on the ground around him, occasionally jerking his tail with a graceful sylph- like motion. The sight of a Magpie always gives me pleasure. There is something so graceful and buoyant about his flight, notwithstanding his comparatively short wings. Then, too, his colouring is so beautifully varied, that when the bird is in motion, and you happen to be stationed in such a manner as to see the sun shining on his refulgent caudal plumage, together with part of the wings, and the black and white portions contrasting richly, the latter glistening in the sunlight, the effect is most beautiful. His harsh notes are also in harmony with the verdant woods or barren moors, for on both these situations we see the wary Magpie. The Magpie is very probably a life-paired species, Wy WAY WHR: MAGPIE. =, >» Se ’ Eh oN, ‘ THE MAGPIE. 223 like its congeners the Rook and Jackdaw. He is avery early breeder, his large conspicuous nest being found long before the leaves are on the trees. The habits of birds are curious and puzzling in the extreme. How can we, for instance, account for the singular trustfulness of some birds at one season, while at another they are shy and the acme of wariness? The Magpie shuns with care man’s habitation at all times save in the nesting season. That time arrived, however, and we see them patching up their nest in the old thorn tree, or nest-build- ing in the firs gloomy branches, a stone’s throw from their threshold, without showing any reserve or fear. We find the Magpie’s nest in the lofty oak, the swamp-loving alder, or the graceful birch, and even in the lowly hawthorn and holly, or mayhap firmly wedged in a hedgerow. The site chosen, which is usually a crotch in the topmost branches, the birds commence operations. First comes a foundation of sticks cemented with earth, which the birds line with a thick coating of mud or clay; then more sticks are used, until the nest proper is covered with a network of sticks in the shape of a dome, but not sufficiently dense to shield the eggs or young from view. The structure is then often left for a day or so, when the birds line the clay-formed cavity with a thick and elastic bed of fine fibrous roots: no other lining material is used. There is a pleasing legend.in connection with the nest-building of the Magpie. The bird, so runs the tale, having engaged to enlighten her congeners in the important art of nest-building, was so indignant at the continual interruptions of her audience, who endeavoured to appear as wise as herself, that she left them, when the nest was but half completed, to finish the task them- selves, having failed to instruct them in the mysteries of 224 RURAL BIRD GIP E. ee roof-building. So it comes that the Magpie alone covers her nest with a roof of sticks. Even the learned of our own time would fain have us believe that the roof of the Magpie’s nest is for the purpose of concealing its eggs or young, or preventing the visits of predaceous birds and animals. But the grave theorists forget that all birds can find an entrance at the same point of ingress as the parent birds themselves. Are not also the young brood of the Carrion Crow in their bare and elevated cradle much more exposed to the same danger? The Magpie sometimes returns for years to its old abode, if not molested. In other cases where the nest is abandoned the old tenement proves a fitting site for the nursery of the Kestrel or Windhover. In some few instances I have known Magpies return to the old nest, even though the eggs were removed the previous season. _ The eggs of the Magpie, for a predaceous bird, are numerous, and herein probably lies the cause of the bird’s abundance, in spite of a sad and unwarranted persecution. I have found nests containing the unusual number of nine eggs, seven and eight are a frequent number, but perhaps six are most frequently found. The female bird sits very closely on her charge, notably when her eggs are ap- proaching maturity, and she will not unfrequently re- main brooding over them until you reach hernest. The eggs are varied in their markings, and very small for the size of the bird. Indeed, in viewing some nests contain- ing eggs, you are almost inclined to think that a Black- bird had been and laid there too. They are of a light bluish-green in ground colour, with greenish-brown markings equally distributed over the entire surface of the egg. Some specimens are almost white, with a few pale olive-green markings at the larger end ; while others THE MAGPIE. 225 are green in ground colour, boldly marked with deep brown and a few faint purplish blotches. In shapesome specimens are almost round, others considerably elon- gated, while many are strictly oval. He who climbs to the nest of the Magpie will find, in spite of what he reads or is told to the contrary, the eggs lying bare and un- covered on their rooty lining, which is, by the way, per- fectly smooth. The female bird, I believe, as a rule, performs the tedious task of incubation, and her mate at- tends her with loving care, supplying her with a plentiful stock of food. If you approach the nest of the Magpie when the young are hatched, the old birds will fly round the tree which contains their home, uttering notes fraught with anguish for the safety of their helpless little ones. You will find the female bird, impelled no doubt by the courage maternal love inspires, approach you much nearer than her mate, who contents himself by watching your actions at a safer distance. Before the young are able to fly the nest is enshrouded in a canopy of foliage, and May is well advanced before we see them in company with their parents, searching the pastures for sustenance. The note of the Magpie is a harsh chatter, and un- like that of the Jay, which isa discordant scream. Most birds at nightfall are very vociferous, and the Magpie is no exception. Thus we hear them making the woods resound with their dissonant cries when the shadows of night are falling and the birds are about to settle down to rest. Many a time I have been startled by their noisy chattering cry when I have unwittingly disturbed them in their roosting places deep in the forest’s silent recesses, or in the clumps of evergreens standing boldly out in cheerful relief against the interminable moors around. Q 226 RURAL BIRD TIPE, The food of the Magpie is varied: like all the Crow family, they will eat carrion, and attack the smaller quadrupeds when young or sickly. The Raven will attack the newly born or weakly lambs. The Magpie will devour anima!s which his smaller size and strength allow him to master. Insects, various kinds of fruit, notably the acorn, and the eggs of birds, all help to sus- tain the Magpie: nothing comesamiss tohim. But with all his gorgeous plumage, active motions, usefulness, and trustfulness in man, the Magpie has but few friends. Gamekeepers and preservers know his weakness for the eggs of game, and persecute him accordingly, and his shining plumes are by far the commonest seen adorning the tree trunks which constitute the keeper’s ‘ museum.’ When the Magpie discovers a Pheasant’s or Partridge’s nest containing eggs, he thrusts his strong beak into the shell and carries them off one by one to some quiet nook, where he can dispose of them in peace. But after all the Magpie’s plunders are trivial, and when we bear in mind what an infinite amount of good these feathered scavengers perform, we are compelled to admit that their services could ill be spared. For my part I would much rather see the Magpie flying gracefully over the woods and meadows, and find pleasure in his varied habits and gorgeous plumage, than sacrifice his life on the rather obscure charge of eg¢ stealing, especially when I know that after all he is but following the course laid down for him by the designing hand of Nature, and that at most his inroads are but small, for Dame Nature has provided all her feathered subjects with abundant means of safety for their eggs and young: | THE FAY. THE Jay is one of the handsomest of our native birds, and although of somewhat local distribution, still in the deepest woods and coppices he is far from uncommon. There are few birds more shy and timid than the Jay, and the observer has often to content himself by a hurried glance as the bird flies rapidly amongst the thickest underwood, his beautifully blended plumage contrasting richly with the surrounding vegetation. The Jay delights to frequent woods plentifully stocked with evergreens, and in the holly’s verdant branches we often find his nest. Heis also found in shrubberies of sufficient extent to afford him the requisite amount of shelter, choosing those where the underwood is unusually dense. As I see the birds invariably fly in pairs at all times of the year, I am led to believe that the Jay, like birds of the Crow tribe in general, pairs for life. The note of the Jay is a peculiarly harsh and dis- cordant one, even more so than that of the Magpie, Q2 228 RORAL BIRD Le. The Magpie’s notes are given forth in numbers at a time, something similar to a harsh and discordant chatter, while that of the Jay is one loud and dissonant scream. A pleasing sight it is to seea troop of rollicking Jays —the young fed and tended, by the way, for a considerable time after leaving the nest—and their parents, late in the summer. But though young, they are the very essence of wariness, and it is only now and then that we catch a elimpse of them through the thick masses of foliage, our eyes being drawn in the direction by the harsh scream as if of defiance and mockery with which they scurry off. And then how their beautiful plumage shines in the bright summer sunlight! A handsome bird is the Jay, and one whose presence goes far to enliven and heighten the beauty of our English woods. Should the reader ever have the good fortune to so come upon a troop of Jays, he will probably notice that the birds, instead of darting off in all directions, like many birds would cer- tainly do under similar circumstances, invariably fly before him in a straight line. He may thus follow them the whole length of their cover, and it is only when thus absoiutely compelled, they turn again to find seclusion. In July the birds are moulting, and then they appear but as a fragment of their former beauty ; but in a few short weeks Nature has again supplied them with a new garment, and they again appear in all the splendour of their rich and varied plumage. The flight of the Jay is a peculiarly drooping one, performed with rapid motions of the pinions. Sometimes we see these birds coursing through the air at a very high elevation, and then, suddenly closing the wings, shoot downward with the rapidity of an arrow into the desired cover. Jays become very noisy at nightfall. Let the observer repair to their haunts at eventide, and their notes, if he be not THEVFAY. 229 ee I —————E——EE aaa thoroughly conversant with their habits, will certainly alarm him. Few things sound more weird and un- earthly than their dissonant cry, especially when given forth in the dusk of evening in the deep and silent woods. Numbers are heard calling together, and this, with the occasional cry of the Wood Owl or the wail of the Nightjar, forms a concert which the country people are apt to listen to with superstitious awe. We are yet in much perplexity as to the time of nidification of various birds. Thus the Magpie or Rook will commence nesting duties long before the leaves are on the trees, while the Jay, so closely related to them, waits until the flowery month of May arrives before a twig is laid in furtherance of its nest. Difficul- ties, too, arise in the nesting site; for who can tell us why the Jay repairs to a lowly bush while the Rooks invariably choose the topmost branches of tall trees for their purpose? Who can inform us why the Jackdaw rears its young in holes in walls, rocks, or trees, while the young of the Carrion Crow are exposed to the biting winds of heaven in an open nest far up the oak’s sturdy branches? Depend upon it some end is served, but Nature still holds the secret in her keeping. in May, therefore, the Jay selects a site for its nest. We must never search for his abode far up the trees, for the Jay repairs to shrubs for its purpose. In hollies, yews, young fir trees, or whitethorns, we often find it. A favourite place is where the creeping, clustering wood- bine grows in a tangled mass over some friendly shrub, but wherever we notice it it is well made. Sticks, not so coarse, however, as those used by the Magpie, cemented and lined with mud and fibrous roots, are the materials employed. Let the young naturalist picture to him- self a Magpie’s nest without the roof of sticks and slightly smaller, and he has a tolerably good idea of the 230 RURAL BIRD LIFE. cradle in which the Jay lays her eggs and rears her young. Few of our British eggs are so unassuming in their colouring matter as those of the Jay. They are rather smaller than a Magpie’s egg, and of a peculiar creenish-drab, with perhaps a few streaks of dark brown on the larger end, and four or five in number. The food of the Jay is varied according to the season of the year. Thus in spring he feasts on birds’ eggs, carrying them off on his stout bill, and insects innumer- able. He is also partial to a young Pheasant or Partridge, and he is often seen chasing the smaller birds through the trees like a Hawk. As the fruit season arrives he loses much of his occasional wariness, for be it known the Jay is passionately fond of peas, cherries, and other fruits, and to obtain them he advances boldly into the garden. Perhaps he comes in this manner for his share of the good things in recompense for the infinite number of insects he has devoured a few months previously. But the gardener does not see things in this light, and never fails to take his life at every available opportunity. In autumn the Jay leaves the gardens and repairs to the oak trees, for the purpose of feeding on the acorns. He is now very often seen on the ground, and we now and then see him burying an acorn, but whether they return to these buried stores I could never ascertain. But the acorns fail at last, and the winter draws nigh, and the Jay has to subsist on whatever he can find. Carrion never comes amiss to him, and we see him on the pastures, feeding, like Rooks, on worms and other animal sub- stances. You never see Jays in any numbers together, like Rooks, Jackdaws, or Starlings. In the winter little parties may be seen of perhaps five or six, but these are without doubt the young and their parents of the previous season, and we may pretty well rest assured that the Jay is not a gregarious species. GREAT SPOTTED WOODPECKER. THE WOODPECKER AND CREEPER. - FAR down in the solitudes of the deepest woods, where the timid squirrels leap from tree to tree in frolic- some play, where the gorgeous Pheasant and the crafty Carrion Crow find a home together, where the mighty forest trees hold up their decaying and storm-riven branches in silent grandeur—there too the Woodpecker lives, and draws his sustenance from their hoary timbers. A bird the shyest of the shy, we seldom get a glimpse of him, for he takes good care to search the trunk and branches on the opposite side to which we are standing. Sometimes, however, fortune favours us, and we are able to steal a march on him and watch his actions. Rather a clumsy Icoking bird we are apt to think, but let us observe him closely, and see how well Nature has provided him for his ways of life. With his strong legs and claws, by the way, two pointing before and two behind, one of the latter reversible, he is enabled to 232 RURAL BIRD LIFE. grasp the bark and climb with ease. Then, too, his tail is of some importance ; for notice how he presses it close to the bark to gain support while he hammers away in search of the insectsand grubs. Hownimbly he courses hither and thither, sometimes in a spiral direction, at others straight and unwavering. Nowhe turns, and with head pointing to the ground begins his downward search, for he is just as much at home in one attitude as the other. Then we see him at the root of the tree; now with sidelong motions he courses round the trunk ; and the next we see of him is on the summit, where, his labours done, he flits off in drooping flight to another tree and commences his search anew, invariably beginning at the bottom and working upwards, and long after he has passed from view we hear his tap, tap, tap, as he bores into the decaying wood for his prey, or hear his cheery notes as he passes still further into the wooded solitudes. And then how beautifully his rich and varied black, red, and white plumage contrasts with the sober tints of the bark, for it is of the greater Spotted Woodpecker we are at present interested. I would here say that this bird repre- sents his family in the northern parts of our island, while the Green Woodpecker, a much larger bird, which frequents the southern woods, is also seen at times in the north, but so seldom as to make his appearance of but accidental occurrence. The Woodpecker is wrongfully accused of boring into the sound timber, and, by letting in the water, hastening its decay. The gamekeeper never fails to take his life at every opportunity, ‘to save master’s timber,’ he would tell you, if you spoke to him on the subject ; besides, that strong beak is suspiciously capable of breaking the Pheasant’s eggs. Alas! poor harmless, unoffending Woodpecker, I fear that by thy visits to the PAE WOOPPECKER AND CREEPER. 233 trees thou art set down as the cause of their premature decay. Full well I know thy beak, strong as it is, is totally incapable of boring into the sound timber—full well do I know that, even if thou wert guilty of such offence, nothing would reward thy labours, for thy prey does not lurk under the bark of a healthy tree. Insects innumerable bore through its bark and hasten its doom, and it is thy duty in Nature’s economy to check them in their disastrous progress. Thou art also accused of boring into the sound timber for the purpose of making a cavity for thy eggs and young, yet to do so would be deviating from the course Nature has intended thee to fill. Sincerely do I hope the time is not far distant when the timber owner may welcome thy approaches, and protect thee in his domain, as one of his greatest friends, pointing out by thy actions the state of every tree in his forests, and warning him, by the unmistakable signs of thy visits, that his timber has already passed its prime, and is awaiting the woodman’s axe to save it from utter ruin. The Woodpecker is for the greater part of the year a decidedly solitary species, seldom more than a pair being seen together. True, we may often see a party of them even in the winter months ; still they have accident- ally met in their wanderings through the woods, and will again separate, each to seek its meal in a contrary direction. In the early summer months the Wood- pecker in company with his mate repairs to his nesting- hole, for it is not at all improbable that these birds are a life-paired species. The hole is ofttimes in a decayed tree, sometimes in a limb, at others in the trunk, not unfrequently in the hole made by the snapping off of a branch. If the Woodpeckers have to make a hole themselves, they set to work in the softest part of a 234 RURAL BIRD LIFE. decayed limb or trunk, and work at it incessantly, carry- ing the greater part of the decayed wood chipped out in the excavation to some considerable distance from. their nesting-site, until it is of sufficient depth to answer their purpose. The hole is not always a straight one, indeed it almost invariably turns either to the right or left, and is only large enough to admit the parent bird. At the bottom of this passage the hole is slightly enlarged. No nesting materials are reyuired—the soft decayed wood at the bottom of the hole answers every purpose. Here the Woodpecker lays her eggs, four, five, or even six in number, not quite so large as a Thrush’s, and of a delicate pinky hue beautifully granulated, and appearing in the hollow cavity like pearls of the finest lustre. But when the contents are removed the pink hue vanishes, and the egg remains a pure and spotless white, and smooth and shining as ivory. The food of the Woodpecker consists of insects, and when feeding their young they collect a great quantity in their mouth, under the tongue, just like the Rook. The tongue of the Woodpecker is worthy of a few re- marks. His bill is not used in the same manner as the Flycatcher, although both birds feed on insects. With his strong beak he uncovers his prey and removes the bark under which it is lurking: then his tongue, long and slender, is shot rapidly out, and the insects easily secured. Altogether the Woodpeckers are very inter- esting birds. Haunting as they do the deepest woods, they are seldom seen, yet their life history is none the less interesting. But time gets on apace, and we must leave the Woodpecker, tapping the hollow beech tree, to his useful labours, and notice another little active woodland bird often seen in the same localities as he. THE WOODPECKER AND CREEPER. 235 This little creature is called the Creeper, and well he deserves the name, for he is incessantly ‘creeping’ over the timber in search of his insect food. Besides seeing him in the deepest woods, we ofttimes notice him in the open places, notably the well-wooded parks, and in gardens and orchards he is quite common. He is such an unobtrusive little creature, too, that I fear he is often overlooked or mistaken forthe Wren. We see him in his garb of mottled brown commence operations at the foot of the tree, and travel upwards in short stages, now stopping to pick out an insect lurking in the crevices of the bark with his long slender bill, or returning head downwards to pounce on an unwary fly. Up again he creeps, more like a mouse than a bird, occasionally uttering a low and plaintive note: right to the top of the tree he mounts, exploring every nook and cranny likely to re- ward his search as he goes. Now he creeps on the under side of a projecting limb, then again on the top, and although he will explore an entire tree, still he but rarely uses his wings to convey him from one part to another. You will also find that he, like the Wood- pecker, endeavours to be on the opposite side to you, and carry on his explorations unseen. Yet every now and then curiosity seems to get the better of him, and you see his light coloured breast and sharp little head peep trustfully at you and again vanish from sight. ‘The Creeper does not confine his labours to decayed timber, for he explores every tree in his way, sound and decayed alike, flitting from one to the other in drooping flight, uttering his twittering notes as he goes. Most perfectly is the Creeper adapted to his ways of life. His bill is admirably formed for obtaining the insects lurking amongst the crevices of the bark, and his tail, 236 RURAL BIRD’ LIFE. too, resembles the Woodpecker’s, and supports him greatly whilst climbing. The Creeper breeds in early summer time, when in- sect life is most abundant, and, like the Woodpecker, prefers ahole forthe purpose. But instead of boring one out for himself, he finds one ready made, and, contrary to the Woodpecker’s economy, lines it with dry grass, moss, and feathers, and makes a very warm and com- fortable abode. Here the female bird lays as many as six eggs, sometimes only four, white, spotted and speckled with red, and about the size of the Blue Tit’s, perhaps a little larger. The parent Creepers are very cautious birds in entering or retiring from their nest, and it may be their home is but a few yards from our door, yet we never discover it, at least by the motions of the little owners. | This little creature, like the Woodpecker, is not a migratory bird, and we see him in the woods through- out the year. In winter time one would think that a frail little bird like him, whose food consists cf insects alone or nearly so, would be hard pressed for sustenance. Yet that is not the case, and he lives ‘ sumptuously the winter through. If the Swallow, how- ever, were to visit us at this time, he would undoubt- edly perish, for the air in winter is almost clear of insect life ; but the little Creeper can live in ease when the sun is at Capricorn, just because he can climb so dexterously, for the bark of trees abounds with insects, and more particularly their eggs and larve, which lie there torpid until called into life by the genial presence of the vernal sun. ce aA sea le SA THE WREN. THE Wren is one of the smallest birds known in Britain. But though small, we can seldom pass him by as he creeps up the fences and under the tangled vege- tation, trilling forth music both loud and sweet, or utter- ing his long string of startling call notes. Though a soft-billed or insect-feeding bird, Nature has not intended him to be a wanderer. and he remains with us throughout the year. He knows not the barren moor or common, so dear to the Grouse and Plover, but, a lover of arboreal seclusion, we find him in the densest woods, the shrub- beries, the fields, the hedgerows, the lanes, and sunken fences ; so too about heaps of old timber or brushwood, in gardens, and on the wooded banks of rivers and streams. We may justly call this little creature a perennial songster, one of the three or four that warble incessantly, except in the moulting season, summer and winter alike. 238 KOURAL BIRD WAPE, In spring his love song sounds through the forest glades and hedgerows, as the buds are expanding into foliage and his mate is seeking a site for her cave-like home. And what a series of jerks and modulations it is com- posed of, and how abruptly he finishes his song, as if suddenly alarmed: but this is his peculiar habit, and common to him alone. In summer we hear his song given forth for very joyfulness both morning, noon, and night, as he wanders hither and thither in his leafy bower. Buta month previous to the autumnal equinox a change occurs, and we ,hear him sing with failing energy and in rapidly decreasing numbers: the mioulting season has arrived. In the middle of September he has regained his lost notes, and as the mellow days of autumn gild the waning year his song assumes all its wild and varied beauty. When the noble trees are al- most divested of their leafy covering, and the cold western winds bring down the frost-bitten leaves in showers, he still sings on. When you see him fly you sometimes take him for a swirling leaf, but are soon un- deceived as he pours forth his sweet and varied notes— notes so loud as to fill you with wonderment when you see from what a little feathered casket they fall. In winter, undaunted by the shrieking blasts and ice-covered branches, his song is heard, clear as the morning star, and sweet as at the summer solstice. Two of the Wren’s chief .characteristics are its ever- elevated tail, borne more erect than that of any other bird, and its never-ceasing activity, for seldom indeed is the Wren seen sitting motionless for two minutes together. See him hopping through the tangled fences, his course marked by the trembling branches. Now he pauses for a moment in the open, to take a peep at you. Notice how he stretches uy to his full height, with his tail erect, tliat —_—---—_- THE WREN. 239 and endeavours to appear as full of consequence as pos- sible. A brief moment's rest and he is off again, in short feeble flight for a few yards, and then again seeks shelter under the withered leaves, creeping through them more like a mouse than a hird, occasionally burst- ing out into fits of sweetest song. The Wren pairs very early in the year, sometimes a union being formed early in March, although the nest is seldom commenced before the latter end of April. The site chosen is varied, and not unfrequently very singular —under the banks of streams, in bushes and brambles, far up the stems of trees, amongst ivy, and in the sides of haystacks, or sometimes hanging pendent from a yew bough. I once found a Wren’s nest hanging sus- pended from the drooping bough of an elder tree over a small stream, the nest being swayed to and fro by every breath of air. The size of the nest is large when compared with its little owners. Mimicry is the pro- tective power employed by the Wren for the protection of its nest, and note carefully how well she practises it. The nest, which appears as a large ball of withered leaves, is made in the first place of dry leaves and a little moss, and round the hole which admits the parent bird is deftly woven a number of grass stems, tostrengthen and firmly bind the materials together. The inside is in the first place lined with a thick bed of moss, and finally with a soft and warm lining of feathers, on which the eggs are laid. I may say that the Wren will forsake her nest when in the course of construction sooner than any other bird I am acquainted with. Disturb her re- peatedly when building, and she leaves it apparently without cause. Insert your fingers in her tenement, and she will almost invariably forsake it for ever. The eggs, as a rule six in number, though sometimes only four, 240 RURAL BIRD LIFE, are pure white when blown, faintly spotted with light red spots, often forming a zone round the larger end: some specimens are occasionally met with pure and spotless. When the eggs are deposited, however, the Wren will seldom forsake her treasure, and when her tender brood are relying on her for sustenance, you never find her forsake them, even though you take the young in your hand and examine them, or catch the female bird on the nest while ministering to their wants. When the nest is approached the male is a noisy little creature, coming within a few yards, and with restless motions showing his anxiety, and his displeasure with outbursts of loud and startling cries. When the young no longer require their parents’ aid, which is soon after they gain the use of their pinions, they are abandoned and left to their own resources, and the old birds sepa- rate, to lead a solitary life until the following spring prompts them to seek a mate. I have seen many erroneous tales in respect to the roosting habits of this little songster. How they are said to frequent holes or crannies, and sleep in companies huddled together for mutual warmth; or where they build nests in the winter for the purpose of shielding themselves from its icy blasts. In the first place the Wren is decidedly a non- gregarious species, and to congregate in parties for the purpose of repose would be directly opposed to its life of solitude. Secondly, as long as the ivy, holly, yew, or laurel, decked in perennial verdure, exist in their haunts, assuredly there the Wren will seek repose. In hay- stacks, too, is a favourite place to find the Wren at night- fall. The Wren in the course of its endless wanderings and when in search of food is very often seen to enter crevices in walls or the holes in tree roots and under THE WREN. 241 banks, and remain in them some considerable time, often reappearing at holes far away from the place he first ‘entered. Owing to its feeble flight, the Wren can speedily be captured in open places, and the birds appear to be well aware of their weakness in this respect by seeking the densest cover when chased or suddenly alarmed. I have known them when hard pressed take refuge under leaves or creep into any convenient hole, there to lie still and motionless until the threatened danger has passed. Thus we see that if Dame Nature has not gifted the Wren with wings of sufficient strength to carry him quickly out of danger, she has dressed him in a garb harmonising with the colours of his favourite haunts, and taught him in an effectual manner arts of deepest wile for his self-preservation. The food of the Wren is composed of insects of various kinds and their Jarve. Also we sometimes see him about ants’ nests, searching for their eggs. Fruit, too, is devoured in its season ; and when winter makes food scarce he will often feed on the crumbs at your door. But never is the Wren, so closely connected in youthful minds with the Robin, seen in motions so trust- ful as that little bright-eyed red-breasted songster. THE KINGFISHER. THE Kingfisher is now a rare bird in England. Time was when this charming bird could invariably be seen darting hither and thither in most frequented places ; but of late years he has been persecuted ‘so greatly, partly by the collector, who never fails to secure him for his cabinet at every opportunity, and partly by those who have an inherent love for slaughtering every living a es ee ee —_— THE KINGFISHER. 243 a EE Te creature around them. Gamekeepers, too, are up in arms against him, because of his inordinate love of preying on the finny tribe. Where the Kingfisher now is seett is in the most secluded places; where the trout streams murmur through the silent woods, but seldom trod by the foot of man; or in the wooded gullies down which the stream from the mountains far above rushes and tumbles over the huge rocks, or lies in pools smooth as the finest mirror. It is here we sometimes see the Kingfisher flit past us in his rapid flight, and it is in these flights that the bird’s gorgeous plumage shows to advantage. But when he is sitting motionless as death on a bough over- hanging the calm and lucid pool, with his reflection showing in the clear waters, and the noonday sun shining upon his back, then he is seen in all the glorious splendour of his rich and refulgent plumage— plumage which, to place it in its proper sphere, more befits the spicy groves of the tropics than our cold and foggy northern isle. .Ah! our heavy step has alarmed him ; he is off like an arrow in his rapid flight, and we can trace him far down the stream in his straight and unwavering course, appearing as an emeraid streak of light. Observe him closely, and we find that he seldom or never flies over the bridges, always underthem. Man has observed this peculiar-habit of the Kingfisher, and taken advantage of it, by putting a silken net over the bridge. The bird inits rapid flight unwittingly enters its toils and becomesan easy prey. The Kingfisher is com- paratively a silent bird, though he sometimes utters a few harsh notes as he flies swift as a meteor through the wooded glades. You not unfrequently flush the King- fisher from the holes in the banks, and amongst the brambles skirting the stream. He roosts at night in R2 244 ~ RURAL BIRDLIFE. holes, usually the nesting cavity. He will sometimes alight on stumps and branches projecting from the water, and sit quiet and motionless, but on your ap- proach he darts quickly away, often uttering a feeble seep seep as he goes. Should the reader chance to know of a haunt of the Kingfisher, he may, by exercising the utmost caution, observe the bird when obtaining its food—a sight by the way of unequalled pleasure and wonderment. See him sitting on his favourite stump, for he chooses some point of vantage to which he daily repairs to secure his prey and bask in the sun’s genial rays, so motionless as to appear but a part of the stump itself. But the King- fisher is intently watching the troutlets playing in the pool below him. At last his chance arrives, and with incredible speed he poises himself for an instant and then dashes boldly into the water, and before we have time for thought he is under the surface.