158 BIRD BIOGRAPHIES 



young. With my bioscope I was able to 

 secure a living record of this interesting 

 scene. 



Another song that we always heard in 

 Cowslip Corner was that of the Linnet. 

 As surely as the flowers bloomed, he and 

 his mate built their nest in a small bush 

 near the hedge. It was a little song and 

 easily drowned in the chorus from Thrush, 

 Blackbird, Blackcap and Garden-Warbler, 

 but nevertheless a very sweet song it 

 was. While in my small bird-watching 

 tent, I often had him singing not more 

 than a yard away, and between each 

 visit to the nest he gave out a few notes. 

 On one occasion that he returned, his 

 mate was brooding over her young. He 

 stood on the nest by her side, and when 

 she saw he had food, she too stood up, 

 and he began to feed the babies. But 

 she called to him with tiny twittering 

 notes, and vibrated the tips of her wings 

 rapidly, a sure sign that she was pleased, 



