Birds of the Indian Hills 



the nest, and thence fly to her open-mouthed 

 brood. When both parents bring food to the 

 nest, each approaches in a way peculiar to itself; 

 the hen will perhaps always come in from the 

 left and the cock from the right. 



The tits in question worked spasmodically 

 at the nest throughout the hours of daylight. 

 For ten minutes or so they would bring in 

 piece after piece of moss at a great pace and 

 then indulge in a little relaxation. All work 

 and no play makes a tit a dull bird. 



I had to leave the hotel late on the second 

 day, so was not able to follow up the fortunes 

 of the two little birds. I have, however, to 

 thank them for affording me some amusement 

 and giving me pleasant recollections of the 

 place. It was good to lounge in a long chair, 

 drink in the cool air, and watch the little birds 

 at work. I shall soon forget the tumble-down 

 appearance of the house, its seedy furniture, 

 its coarse durries, and its hard beds, but shall 

 long remember the great snow-capped peaks 

 in the distance, the green moss-clad trees near 

 about, the birds that sang in these, the sun- 

 beams that played among the leaves, and, above 

 all, the two little tits that worked so industri- 

 ously at their nest. 



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