62 THE SECOND BOOK OF BIRDS 
An interesting little action of one of these 
birds was seen by a gentleman traveling in 
Florida last winter. Wishing to have one of 
the birds to add to a collection, he shot one (I’m 
sorry to say). The bird was not killed, but 
wounded so that he could not fly. As the man 
came near to pick it up, the poor fellow gave a 
cry of distress, and fluttered away on his broken 
wing with great difficulty. 
His call for help was heard. Another shrike 
at once flew down from a tree, and went to his 
aid. He flew close around him and under him, 
in some way holding him up as he was about to 
fall. He helped him so well that the two began 
to rise in the air, and before the eyes of the 
surprised hunter, at last got safely into the top 
of a tall tree, where he left them. 
If you ever happen to find a shrike nesting, I 
hope you will watch the birds for yourself, and 
see how they act, and not take the word of any 
one about them. Then you will really know 
them. The picture shows a shrike as I have 
often seen one, sitting on the top twig of the 
tree that holds his nest, watching to see that no 
harm comes to it. 
