XXVL 

 THE STRANGE EGG IN THE NEST. 



have not quite done with the Fly- 

 catchers. They are too numerous a 

 family to be dismissed without a little 

 farther notice. 

 There is the Great Crested Fly-catcher, that 

 lives in the woods, and has no powers of song, 

 but makes a harsh squeak. Now and then, he 

 visits the orchards, and comes in search of the 

 bees in the garden. But he is not fond of fight- 

 ing, nor has he the courage of his relation the 

 King-Bird. 



He feeds as much on berries as on insects ; 

 and he makes his nest in the hollow of a tree, 



