64 THE SECOND BOOK OF BIRDS 
of his wing feathers. In Maine he is called the 
bonnet-bird because of his crest, and in some 
places he is called silk-tail from his silky plum- 
age. You see he has plenty of names. 
Among the strange things about him is that 
he has almost no voice. The loudest sound he 
is known to make is a sort of whistle, so low it 
is like a whisper. 
The cedar-bird builds a very neat nest in a 
tree, and feeds his mate while she is sitting, as 
well as helps her feed the little folk. The young 
cedar-bird is a winsome youngster, gentle in his 
ways, and pretty in his soft gray suit and spotted 
breast. 
One day last summer, a man walking down a 
quiet road was surprised by a young bird alight- 
ing on his shoulder. He walked on home with 
it, and when he took it off found it was a baby 
cedar-bird. No doubt he had tried to fly too 
far and got tired. 
The family kept the bird a day or two, and 
then brought him to me. He was not afraid of 
anybody, and was perfectly happy so long as 
some one would keep him warm between two 
hands. 
It was hard to get him to eat, and there were 
plenty of his grown-up relatives about, probably 
his own family among them. So IJ thought it 
