146 OUR FRIENDS, THE BIRDS, 
opera glass, stood our fighting friend, the Kingbird. 1 
watched him for some time standing, just standing 
INDIGO-BIRD. 
[THREE-FOURTHS LIFE SIZE.] 
there, and occasionally opening his mouth so wide that 
I had a good view of his red throat. At first I laughed, 
thinking he was yawning; but I soon discovered he was 
