110 THE KING'S BIRDS. 



The lustre of his green plumes can hardly be 

 described, and under his body is a vivid sheet of 

 scarlet. Round his neck is a white ring, and his 

 tail-feathers are barred with black and white and 

 green. 



Like the rest of his tribe, he is not often seen. 

 He loves to hide in some deep, cool recess, where 

 he watches patiently for his prey. His food con- 

 sists both of fruit and of insects, which he catches 

 with his bill. 



He has a relation that prefers the fruits to the 

 insects. This splendid bird is the most magni- 

 ficent of the whole family, and well deserves his 

 name the Resplendent Trogon. 



There he is in the Picture, in his full beauty, 

 sitting on the branch, which he clasps with his 

 feet. His costume is a golden-green, more beau- 

 tiful than you can imagine, and the scarlet of his 

 breast is dazzling. Do you notice the length of 

 his tail-feathers, and the curve they make, and the 

 white and black bars which appear under the long 

 sweeping plumes ? 



Age after age these superb creatures of the 



