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by the resistance of a stone, they either dig round it and loosen it, 

 or, if it prove so large as to defy removal, they desist and begin 

 another cell. The form of the hole varies both in size and shape, 

 but it rarely exceeds three or four inches in diameter, and more 

 or less approaches the circular form. The depth varies from a 

 few inches to three feet, and the direction seems to depend on the 

 nature of the soU encountered. In aU, however, the extremity 

 of the hole is enlarged to a diameter of five or six inches, and is 

 situated above the level of the entrance, so that no rain-water 

 can lodge. The work is performed only in the mornings, and is 

 consequently carried over several days. The nest itself consists 

 of straws of grass and feathers, and is placed in the terminal cham- 

 ber. The eggs are five or six in number, pure white, and of a rather 

 long shape. 



FAMILY FRINGILLID^ 



THE GREENFINCH 



LIGURINUS CHLORIS 



All the plumage yellowish grf en, variegated with yellow and ash-grey. Length 

 six inches. Eggs bluish white, speckled and spotted with purplish grey 

 and dark brown. 



The Greenfinch, or Green Linnet, is one of our most generally dif- 

 fused birds. No bird is a more frequent inhabitant of country gar- 

 dens during the summer than this, being attracted, it would seem, 

 not so much by the prospect of abundance of food, as by its fond- 

 ness for building its nest in evergreens and the thick hedges of 

 shrubberies. The lively greenish yeUow tint of the plumage on its 

 throat and breast sufficiently distinguish it from any other British 

 bird ; and its note, when once identified, can be confounded with 

 no other song. Let any one who wishes to obtain a sight of one, 

 walk anywhere in the country where there are trees, on a bright 

 sunny day in May or June, and listen for a monotonous long-drawn 

 croak, trying to pronounce the syllable ' twe-e-e ' or ' bree-eze '. 

 No matter what other birds may be tuning their lays, the harsh 

 monotone of the Greenfinch, if one be near, wUl be heard among 

 them, harmonizing with none, and suggestive of heat and weariness. 

 In a few seconds it will be repeated, without a shadow of variation 

 either in tone or duration ; and if it be traced out, the author of the 

 noise (music I cannot caU it) will be discovered perched among the 

 branches of a moderately high tree, repeating his mournful ditty 

 with extreme complacency for an hour together. Very often he 

 takes advantage of the midday silence of the groves, and pipes 

 away without any other competitor than the Yellow Hammer, 

 whose song, like his own, is a constant accompaniment of sultry 



