AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 305 



THE TWO KINGS. 



Last July while we were sitting upon the bank of an artificial lake 

 in Palma Park, Detroit, we saw the two Kings in a tree. The king- 

 fisher flew across the lake, it was then the King-of-birds made himself 

 known. I never saw a kingbird molest any bird while it was sitting 

 still, although I once saw a crow so nearly exhausted that it lit upon 

 the ground to get away from a Kingbird 



The kingbird waited for him upon the fence post, and attacked him 

 as soon as he flew. As the boys say, he never hits while the other 

 fellow is down, at least I never knew him to. 



Going back to the story, the fisher was driven away several times. I 

 was provoked at the kingbird as that was the only fisher I had a chance 

 to watch this year, but soon I was glad the kingbird ruled the park. 



A little later the fisher returned. This time to prove that he was 

 the King of fishers, and some people may call him a thief. This time 

 the kingbird was not on duty, and I was very much surprised at seeing 

 him drive into the lake and bring forth one of the Park's goldfish. 



It was a pretty sight, a gold-colored fish in the bill of a grayish-blue 

 bird; but why should he catch what was put in the park to beautify it? 

 I suppose the gold color in the water is much easier to see, and he 

 visits the park whenever he wants an easy catch. 



I hope the kingbirds will make the parks their future homes, and be 

 kings of the parks as well as the King of birds. 



This is the only time I ever knew that the fisher would eat or catch 

 a Goldfish. Frank Smith, Grand Rapids, Mich. 



ENIGMA. 



My first is in green as well as ravine, 



My second in leaf but never in lamp, 



My third is concealed in the word address, 



My fourth is hidden in both guest and guess, 



My fifth in scarlet can always be found, 



My sixth in paddle as well as in damp, 



My seventh in round, also in ground, 



My last can be found in both rent and tent, 



Now what bird's name do you suppose is meant? 



Samuel D. Robbins, Belmont, Mass. 



