I30 BIRDS OF THE WAVE AND WOODLAND 



flits to and fro after insects among- the tree-tops, dropping 

 suddenly on to the ground after a falling caterpillar, and 

 as suddenly skipping up branch by branch to the height it 

 had left. Whenever heard, even in the depth of winter, it is 

 cheery, crying out with just as brisk and hearty a voice as 

 when the summer sun was shining. 



