50 BIRD BIOGRAPHIES 



perches for the night, and the small 

 brown Wren in the ivy-covered tree was 

 telling all his little world with his big 

 song, that he intended to make that his 

 home for the spring, the Kingfisher, 

 huddled up like a ball on a perch, waited 

 for the morning. 



When the sun rose he worked really 

 hard, and brought to his sitting mate 

 several fish, but each time he returned 

 he found her sitting outside the hole. 

 To his surprise she flew away instead of 

 going inside, and called to him to follow, 

 and she took him, not to the boathouse, 

 where the fish were a fair size, but to 

 a little stream, where the fish were 

 very small. Very quickly she caught 

 one, and flew back to the nest with 

 this in her beak. Soon she was back, 

 another was caught, and I think he 

 understood, for about an hour later he 

 was helping her to carry these small 

 fish to the young birds in the hole. 



