OUR WINGED HOUSE-FELLOWS. 



tail scarcely shows forked at a distance, but 

 when you watch him at close quarters, it is 

 delightful to observe how he broadens or 

 narrows it as he flies, to steady and steer him- 

 self. In order fully to appreciate this point, 

 however, you must have the quick keen eye 

 of the born observer. As for the pure black 

 swifts those canonical birds that haunt the 

 village steeple they are not swallows at all, 

 but dark and long-winged northern represen- 

 tatives of the humming-birds and trogons. 

 All these alike are summer migrants in 

 England, for they can but come to us when 

 insects on the wing are cheap and plentiful. 



