6 EVERYDAY BIRDS 
ing a morsel or letting out a zee, zee, zee. Now 
he is yonder, resting upon the air, hovering 
against a tuft of pine needles, his wings all in a 
mist, they beat so swiftly. So through the tree 
he goes, and from one tree to another, till pre- 
sently he is gone for good. 
Once in a great while you may find him feed- 
ing among the dry leaves on the ground. Then 
you can really watch him, and had better make 
the most of your opportunity. Or you may 
catch him exploring bushes or low savins, which 
is a chance almost as favorable. The great thing 
is to become familiar with his voice. With that 
help you will find him ten times as often as with- 
out it. He is mostly a bird of the woods, and 
prefers evergreens, though he does not confine 
himself to them. 
If you do not know him already, it will be a 
bright and memorable day — though it be the 
dead of winter— when you first see him and 
are able to call him by his regal name, Regulus 
satrapa. It is a great pity that so common 
and lovely a creature, one of the beauties of the 
world, should be unseen by so many good peo- 
ple. It is true, as we say so often about other 
things, that they do not know what they miss ; 
but they miss a good deal, notwithstanding. 
