The Burgess Bird Book for Children 



so much that he is called a Thrasher. I suppose 

 he was wearing his new spring suit." 



"I don't know whether it was a new suit or not 

 but it was mighty good looking," replied Peter. 

 "I just love that beautiful reddish-brown of his 

 back, wings and tail, and it certainly does set off 

 his white and buff waistcoat with those dark streaks 

 and spots. You must admit, Jenny Wren, that any 

 one seeing him dressed so much like the Thrushes 

 is to be excused for thinking him a Thrush." 



"I suppose so," admitted Jenny rather grudg- 

 ingly. "But none of the Thrushes have such a bright 

 brown coat. Brownie is handsome, if I do say so. 

 Did you notice what a long bill he has ?" 



Peter nodded. "And I noticed that he had two 

 white bars on each wing," said he. 



"I'm glad you're so observing," replied Jenny 

 dryly. "Did you hear him sing ?" 



"Did I hear him sing!" cried Peter, his eyes 

 shining at the memory. "He sang especially for 

 me. He flew up to the top of a tree, tipped his head 

 back and sang as few birds I know of can sing. 

 He has a wonderful voice, has Brownie. I don't 

 know of anybody I enjoy listening to more. And 

 when he's singing he acts as if he enjoyed it himself 

 and knows what a good singer he is. I noticed 

 that long tail of his hung straight down the same 

 way Mr. Wren's does when he sings." 



