A further Accoiint of the Yclloiv-wijiged Sugar Bird. loi 
B}' hick my wife was in the room at the time liaviiig tea, 
she immedialely picked him up and placed liis feet in as hot 
water as she conld hear her hand in, at the same time wetting his 
head with some cold water from a flower vase. He recovered from 
the fit, but it left him very weak and ill ; he seemed to lose all 
sense of balance, he could not perch, and was constantly rolling 
about all over the floor of his cage. This sort of thing went on 
until the middle of November, during which time he lived almost 
entirely' on black grapes, held in front of him to suck, as he was 
only with great difficulty able to feed himself ; but he gradually 
got stronger, and in January, 1908, I changed his food, giving 
him Nestle's milk with a little sponge cake and Mellin's food in 
it. It is quite liquid, about the consistency of thin cream, and 
this, with fruit (bananas and grapes) is what I continue to feed 
him on. He takes a good tablespoonful of the milk per day. 
He was a pitiable little object ; his body feathers all stuck 
together, and his flight feathers all broken through falling about 
his cage. I often wishetl he would die and so end his miserable 
existence; he however thought otherwise, and noticing that he 
was trying to preen himself and get the old slumps out, I assisted 
him by pulling all the flight and tail feathers out, of course very 
gradually, only one or two a week. I also frequently washed 
hini, sponging him all over in warm water, and afterwards rolling 
him up in a flannel in front of the fire to dry. From constant 
handling he lost all fear of me and I was able to do anything 
with him. The result of this drastic treatment was that, in April, 
he was quite himself again, singing, calling, and taking his daily 
tub. In August we showed him at the L.C.B.A. member.s' show, 
where he took the prize as the best foreign bird in the show. 
He went out of colour in October, and came into it again at the 
end of February this year. 
The moral of this little tale is, never give a bird up while 
there is a spark of life in it. 
