THE WHITETHROAT 



either side of the tail told me unmis- 

 takably that it was a Whitethroat. Pre- 

 sently the little songster shot up into the 

 air to a height of some twenty or thirty 

 feet, and with outspread tail and head 

 and wings, performing all kinds of strange 

 antics, bubbled out its hurried notes as 

 it descended to the topmost spray of 

 the bush which it had just left. This 

 performance was frequently repeated 

 until his mate left the hedgerow behind 

 me and joined him, when his excitement 

 appeared to abate to some extent. 



The call notes of this species are very 

 varied, and have been written down by 

 different observers in a variety of ways. 

 The most general are those sounding 

 like cha, cha and purr, purr. 



