CHAPTER XXXII. 



HecUit>inged 



I HIS is a decidedly handsome bird and, apparently, a 



quiet one, but the warning: "Trust her notl" is 



quite as applicable in its case as it can have been in 



that of Longfellow's damsel of whom he bids the swains 



"Beware!" 



When I had my first pair, they looked such sweet, 

 pretty, innocent young creatures that I was afraid to 

 trust them in the large aviary in which I kept my 

 Ring-necks and other reprobates of that class, so I 

 turned them out into another enclosure that was inhab- 

 ited by Pekin Robins and similar inoffensive species. 

 The time was evening, and the Red-wings (Crimson- 

 wings they are also frequently termed) seemed quite 

 happy and contented; but in the morning! tell it not 

 in Gath, or for that matter in Askelon, or anywhere 

 else, in the morning, when I went to see how they 

 were getting on, I found the whole place in an uproar, 

 and all my small birds hiding themselves where they 

 could find a cover, while the quantity of feathers that 



