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chiefly grass green. At first he was so nervous that it was painful

to come near him, for if I only spoke he trembled all over. Now

he demands the first attention of any bird in the aviary, and is

inclined to be jealous of a beautiful Masked Parrakeet, “ Dick

Turpin,” which is very tame and somewhat of a rival.


My Senegal loves to be let out of his cage, but is terribly

destructive to the woodwork, and is fast pulling the aviary to

pieces. He quite despises the special log put for his delectation,

and if I reprove him looks up for a moment as if to say, “ don’t

interrupt, I’m very busy,” and continues to strew the floor most

industriously with splinters. He is a very gentle and affectionate

bird, and has quaint little ways of his own. While on my arm he

will rarely eat with his face towards me, always turning his back,

and then reversing himself when lie has finished his dainty.

Having only just learnt to come on my hand he is rather nervous

over it, and evidently decides in his own mind that if he can’t see

me, why then, of course, I can’t see him.


Though perfectly well now, a short time ago I feared my

Senegal was going to die. He slept nearly all day, and seemed

very ill. On the kind advice of two of our members I varied his

seed diet, and put two or three drops of Tabasco Sauce daily in

his water. Also, as he seemed very lonely, and I could not find

him a hen, I fastened a looking-glass in his cage—with great

success. He was very delighted with it, and possibly agrees

better with his own reflection than he might do with a living

companion.


All my parrots prefer a make of biscuit called “ Nice ” to

any other, and both the Senegal and the Masked Parrakeet

delight in peanuts. The latter is also very fond of mealworms

and spray millet. In conclusion, I may just mention that I have

found Tabasco Sauce a splendid remedy for chill and inflam¬

mation in the cases of a Diuca Finch and an Avadavat, both of

which seemed at death’s door.



“ OUR JOEY.”


By Mrs. Barkley.


We have had our Cockatiel for some years, but he was not

until lately a very special favourite, for though tame and

fearless, he has not been affectionate. If a finger were put

between the bars of his cage, even though accompanied by

endearing epithets, he would instantly attack it, drawing blood

with his sharp little beak. When let out he would fly on to the



