The Burgess Bird Book for Children 



quiet fellow I'm afraid I shouldn't have seen you 

 at all if you hadn't spoken. You know it's always 

 been hard work for me to believe that you are 

 really and truly a Warbler." 



"Why so?" demanded Creeper the Black and 

 White Warbler, for that is the name by which he 

 is commonly known. "Why so? Don't I look 

 like a Warbler?" 



"Ye-es," said Peter slowly. "You do look like 

 one but you don't act like one." 



"In what way don't I act like one I should like 

 to know?" demanded Creeper. 



"Well," replied Peter, "all the rest of the 

 Warblers are the uneasiest folks I know of. They 

 can't seem to keep still a minute. They are ever- 

 lastingly flitting about this way and that way and 

 the other way. I actually get tired watching them. 

 But you are not a bit that way. Then the way 

 you run up tree trunks and along the limbs isn't a 

 bit Warbler-like. Why don't you flit and dart 

 about as the others do?" 



Creeper's bright eyes sparkled. "I don't have 

 to," said he. "I'm going to let you into a little 

 secret, Peter. The rest of them get their living 

 from the leaves and twigs and in the air, but I've 

 discovered an easier way. I've found out that 

 there are lots of little worms and insects and eggs 

 on the trunks and big limbs of the trees and that 

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