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Bird - Lore 



the little room in which the Quail has his 

 abode and is free to walk about. When we 

 returned, very late the following night, 

 we heard the cat scratching within, and we 

 expected to see nothing left but the feathers 

 of the Quail to tell the tale: but such was 

 not the case, for 'Woollie,' in spite of his 

 two days' fasting, had not touched the 

 bird. One of the Quail's latest achieve- 

 ments is to defend the children when 

 they play with the dog. He flies at the dog, 

 flaps his wings, pecks him and whistles 



Trustful Birds 



Early in June, 1907, I found a nest of 

 the Wood Thrush along the Brandywine, 

 in Pennsylvania. The mother bird was 

 sitting on four eggs. By approaching her 

 very quietly and gradually, she would 

 allow me to stroke her and, at the end of 

 two or three visits, would eat bread from 

 my hand. Once the nest tipped over a 

 little, and I straightened it up without 

 flushing her from the nest, though she 



QUAIL OX CAT 



Photographed from life 



at the top of his voice, until the dog stops 

 jumping at the children. 



I am learning the Quail language and 

 can tell what is the matter with 'Fritz' 

 when in the next room. He makes a great 

 many different sounds, which all have 

 their meaning, for he always makes the 

 same sounds for the same thing. By 

 closely observing this for some time, I can 

 now tell by the sounds of his voice when 

 he is afraid, pleased, angry, surprised, 

 contented or lonely. When any one enters, 

 he has a certain sound as if greeting them. 

 —A. H. Schippang, Bethlehem, Pa. 



watched closely to see what I was doing. 

 The young were successfully reared. 



Last week I was among the mountains 

 of Pike county, and saw a Crested Fly- 

 catcher moving restlessly around among 

 the trees. Upon calling to him gently, he 

 came flying down to a low branch. After 

 a careful survey of the surroundings, he 

 saw nothing to alarm, and allowed me 

 to smooth down his ruffled feathers with 

 my hand. I played with him for several 

 minutes, and he seemed to be glad to have 

 company. 



Last fall one of mv neighbors was walk- 



