102 THE SECOND BOOK OF BIRDS 
himself, but these are the ones we most often 
hear. 
The Western Mrapow.ark looks like the 
Eastern, except that he is a little paler and grayer 
in color. He has the same general habits, but 
he is a much finer singer. The song is wilder 
and has more variety, and sometimes it is very 
brilliant. It is different in every way from the 
quiet, rather sad notes that make the Kastern 
bird so winning. 
The Western bird is not so timid as his Eastern 
brother. He often comes into the towns and 
sings from the tops of houses. The finest singer 
T ever heard sang every day from the peak of a 
low roof. His song to his mate is most charm- 
ing. It is so low and tender one can hardly 
hear it. 
I once saw a pair of the Western birds nest- 
making. The little builder was busy filling her 
beak with dried grasses and such things. For 
these she had to fly across the road where I sat. 
Her mate went with her every time. He perched 
on the fence while she gathered her beakful, 
watching that no harm came to her. When she 
went back, he flew across with her and perched 
on a tree on that side. 
