136 THE SECOND BOOK OF BIRDS 
be a good way, for nobody is better fed than a 
flycatcher. 
On his perch the waiting bird sits perfectly 
still, but keeps a sharp lookout all around him. 
When a fly or other insect comes near that he 
thinks he will like, he dashes out and catches it 
as it flies. Then he goes back to his perch and 
waits for another. 
Some of the family have the habit of singing 
as they wait. The wood pewee drawls out his 
sweet “pee-u-ee,’ the phebe sings his sharp 
“ phoe-be” by the hour, and the least flycatcher 
snaps out his “ chebec ” till we are tired of hear- 
ing him. 
Flycatchers are classed among birds who do 
not sing, but several of them do sing, — not 
loud, like a robin, but low, quiet songs to the 
mate or the nestlings. 
One of the best known of the flycatchers all 
over the country is the Kinepirp. He isa little 
smaller than a robin, and all in brownish black, 
with white breast. He has also white tips to his; 
tail feathers, which look very fine when he 
spreads it out wide in flying. 
Among the head feathers of the kingbird is a 
small spot of orange color. This is called in the 
books a “ concealed patch ” because it is seldom 
seen, it is so hidden by the dark feathers. 
