Bird Life in a Suburban Parish 



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fly, or Daddy-long-legs, which do so much mischief in 

 devouring the roots of grasses, are the favourite food. 

 \\'^atch a dozen StarHngs running over the grass, their 

 lustrous ])lumage shining in the sun. and see how busy 

 they are in searching for these pests. 



Once, while waiting at a Starling's nest in an apple- 

 tree, a \\"ryneck settled on the edge of the hole and 



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looked in, evidently house-hunting. Before I could press 

 the shutter the Starling, which happened to be inside, 

 hustled her away in a great hurry, and thus lost me a 

 chance I shall proba})ly not get again. 



The harsh scream of the Jay may be heard, and occa- 

 sionally a glimpse of this fine bird may be seen : but I have 

 not yet found a nest. It is very conmion in the forest, and 



