120 A SOUND SLEEPER. 



cage. There he settled himself comfortably, 

 head buried again, tail pressed against the wires, 

 and looking more like a spot on the wall than 

 a bird. 



He often took naps in the daytime on the 

 floor with his head in the corner, like a bad boy 

 in punishment, his head drawn down into his 

 shoulders and his bill thrust up into the air at 

 an angle of forty-five degrees. If this tired 

 him, he simply turned his bill down at about 

 the same angle, and tried it that way awhile. 



He was an exceedingly early bird, always 

 settled to sleep long before any other in the 

 room, and he slept very soundly, being not 

 easily wakened and breathing in long, steady 

 respirations like a person in sleep. Indeed he 

 startled me very much the first time I noticed 

 him. The breathing was regular and strong, 

 equal in duration to my own as I listened, and 

 I was sure some one was in the room. I has- 

 tened to light the gas to look for the burglar, 

 and it was not until I had made thorough 

 search that I discovered who was the guilty 

 one. He dreamed also, if one may judge by 

 the sounds that came from his cage at night, 

 complaining, whining, almost barking like the 

 " yaps " of a young puppy, and many sorts of 

 indescribable noises. 



The Golden- wing was extremely fond of 



