1G8 BIRD NOTES 



he feeds off my finger quite as confidently as from 

 hers, and sings for a bit of bacon whenever he 

 needs it for himself or his mate. She has it 

 thrown to her has, for months but never will 

 come up ! 



I have lost that dear little eloquent cole tit 

 that had so much to say to me and that said it so 

 plainly ! My little hen has another mate, but we 

 neither of us think much of him at present. 



February 17, 1802. 



Bob comes after a very timid hen that has 

 been about here for months, but never grows more 

 confident. She comes to the window, and utters 

 a small ' peep ! ' but when I go she retreats to the 

 edge of the verandah, and expects me to throw 

 bits of bacon to her ; and if there is a tit in the 

 way she is sure to lose her bit ; for she is slow, 

 and has not the courage to dispute it. I think 



Bob feeds her. 



May 4, 1802. 



The little male cole tit has thrice eaten out of 

 my hand lately, but ' timoursly,' as Mrs. Halse 

 remarked, and only after seeing the robin do it. 

 These tits do not mean to leave me yet, I see. 

 They become more and more delightful and hun- 

 gry, and now it is a pretty sight to see the two 

 come together, the hen coquettishly asking to be 

 fed by the other, as if she were an infant, and 



