The Burgess Bird Book for Children 



Just then he spied Blacky the Crow and dashed 

 out to meet him. Blacky saw him coming and 

 was wise enough to suddenly appear to have no 

 interest whatever in the Old Orchard, turning 

 away towards the Green Meadows instead. 



Peter didn't wait for Scrapper to return. It 

 was getting high time for him to scamper home 

 to the dear Old Briar-patch and so he started 

 along, lipperty-lipperty-lip. Just as he was leav- 

 ing the far corner of the Old Orchard some one 

 called him. "Peter! Oh, Peter Rabbit!" called 

 the voice. Peter stopped abruptly, sat up very 

 straight, looked this way, looked that way and 

 looked the other way, every way but the right way. 



"Look up over your head," cried the voice, 

 rather a harsh voice. Peter looked, then all in 

 a flash it came to him who it was Chebec had 

 meant by the handsomest member of his family. 

 It was Cresty the Great Crested Flycatcher. 

 He was a wee bit bigger than Scrapper the King- 

 bird, yet not quite so big as Welcome Robin, and 

 more slender. His throat and breast were gray, 

 shading into bright yellow underneath. His back 

 and head were of a grayish-brown with a tint of 

 olive-green. A pointed cap was all that was 

 needed to make him quite distinguished looking. 

 He certainly was the handsomest as well as the 

 largest of the Flycatcher family, 



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