on the Hermit Thrush and Wilson's Thrush. i8r


But I conquered at last, fori wrapped him round with a strip

of plaster, plaster which adheres to itself directly the gummy

sides come in contact with each other, and the wing mended,

but it droops somewhat, as it had no doubt commenced to set

before I was able to support it in its right position. It was

fractured, a simple fracture, at the shoulder.


Wilson’s Thrush, known also as the “ Veery,” and the

“ Tawny Thrush ” is not really perhaps a larger bird than the

Hermit, but a slightly lo?iger, that is from 6‘8 inches to 7, whilst

the Hermit is from 6’4 to 67 inches, according to the sexes as a

rule. Its habitat is much the same as that of T. pallasi. I have

two, which I hope and believe are male and female. In their

nature and temperament, they closely resemble the Hermit

Thrush, sitting unconcernedly when out of their cages in the

birdroom, close to one and often watching one’s movements with

apparent interest.


I11 my former article entitled “ Four well-known Thrushes

of North America,” I have quoted writers, such as Mr. Nehrling,

upon the song and habits of this Thrush. (January, 1909).


L,et me however further quote Prof. Elliot Coues. He

writes:—“ The Veery’s mating and nest-building season, when

“ the bird is in full song, is the genial month of May, in most parts

“ of the United States ; and two broods may be reared under pro-

“ pitious surroundings. But further northward, where alone have

“ I myself found the bird in its home, and heard its seductive

“ epithalamium, the shorter span of the summer season suffices

“ for but a single brood.


“ The heavy growth of timber that fringes the streams in-

“ eludes many nooks and dells, and broken ravines overgrown with

thick shrubbery, from out of the masses of which the tall trees

“ tower, as if stretching forth their strong arms in kindly caress-

“ ing of the humbler and weaker vegetation, their offspring. In

■“ such safe retreats, where the sombre shade is brightened here

“ and there with stray beams of sunlight, in the warmth of

■“ which myriads of insects bathe their wings and flutter away

“ their little span of life, humming a quaint refrain to the gurgle

“ of the rivulet, the Veery meets his mate—the song rises—the



