60 IN BLACK AND ORANGE. 
Well, our cock-blackbird acted just like that. 
He crouched; he swelled out his throat; he 
held his beak wide open; he dropped his wings 
and his tail, spread and fanned and stiff, to the 
ground; and he ran round his lady-love, with 
tail and wings rustling harshly on the grass. 
He looked as though he was choking, to the 
human eye, but I suppose he looked all right 
to the feminine blackbird’s gaze. 
Anyway, I’ve just found their nest, with 
four bluish-green, brown-speckled eggs in it, 
and that is what has made me sit down right 
here and tell you all about it. 
