CHAFFIXCH. 



THE CHAFFINCH AND BRAMBL1NG. 



THE Chaffinch is another little chorister decked out in 

 gay attire, and well known, too, for there is scarcely a 

 hedgerow, garden, wood, coppice, or shrubbery, that does 

 not at some time of the year contain Chaffinches in 

 abundance. You may easily recognise him by his mo- 

 notonous cry of spink-spink, spink-spink-spink, the more 

 frequently and loudly uttered provided you are close to 

 his nest. 



By the first week in March, when the pale primroses 

 are peeping from under the withered leaves, and the 

 hawthorn shows the first signs of its coming vesture, we 



