A CHAT ABOUT BIRDS. 115 



not enhance his mind, nor lull his senses into a glorious peace 

 the peace of happiness. 



I might go on setting out their different modes of flight and 

 movements, such as the hovering of the birds of prey, the 

 mighty sweep of the Peregrine, the flight of the Buntings by 

 odd jerks and gesticulations ; the soaring of the Lark, the antics 

 of the Pied Wagtail the smallest bird that walks and I might 

 also characterise their foods. 



I could set out those which are insectivorous ; birds that are 

 preyed upon, reptile ravagers, and so on, but I must draw to 

 a close. 



Enough is as good as a feast the old adage has it, and I 

 must follow in its footsteps trusting that this little chat may 

 have entertained many who have heretofore evinced no interest 

 whatever in the useful and interesting study of our feathered pets. 



