130 The American Naturalist. (February, 
ner, in a space say six feet or more in diameter, crouching low, 
spreading out her wings, and cooing in the most intense tones. 
It was very interesting to us all, and the louder I played the 
more excited became the bird. She never exhibited any feeling 
for any other tune. Very frequently my mother would ask a 
neighbor or two in to see the performance, and to still further 
test the pigeon’s idiosyncrasy, I would begin to play while she 
was outside, when she would instantly leave her corn and come 
in for the music. Two of my sisters write me that the tune was 
‘Rule Britannia, and that the pigeon was then ten years old. 
Subsequently I purchased other pigeons and mated her, after 
which she evidently considered music too frivolous for such aged 
maternity.” 
(Zo be continued.) 
