120 JUNGLE FOLK 



There is nothing remarkable in the nest of the 

 Chloropsis ; it is a shallow cup, devoid of lining, placed 

 fairly high up in a tree. July and August are the 

 months in which to look for nests. Two eggs usually 

 form the complete clutch. It would thus seem that 

 green bulbuls have not a great many enemies to fear. 

 Nevertheless they fuss as much over their eggs as 

 some elderly ladies of my acquaintance do over their 

 baggage when travelUng. Birds and people who worry 

 themselves unduly over their belongings seem to lose 

 these more often than do those folk who behave more 

 philosophically. Take the case of the common bulbuls. 

 These certainly lose more broods than they succeed in 

 rearing, yet the ado they make when a harmless crea- 

 ture approaches their nest puts one forcibly in mind 

 of the behaviour of the captain of a Russian gunboat 

 when an innocent vessel happens to enter the zone of 

 sea in the centre of which the Czar's yacht floats. 



