PROFESSOR OWEN 
CH. IX. 
until he is satisfied does the smaller one resume 
his breakfast. But the pugnacious robin is not 
to be so scared. It is true he cannot cling 
while fighting like the tits; but he takes his 
stand on the window-sill, ruffles his plumage out 
to make the most of his size, and attacks Pams 
major by successive flights, assaulting him from 
below. The tit^ gives way, and the redbreast 
then makes a series of flying pecks at the suet.’ 
Of the throstle he says ; — ■ 
There are a few old cherry trees in the 
garden one of them a Bigarreau. This I 
netted m my first summer’s possession to pre- 
serve the tempting fruit. When the dish came 
to table, I thought of the frequent pleasures 
which the morn and evening warblings of the 
little robbers had given me, and felt ashamed at 
fencing off what I could cheaply get, as fresh 
and better, from neighbouring market gardens. 
1 never repeated the practice, but left Bigarreaus 
with the other cherries as “ salary of the orches- 
tra.” 
‘ Spaj-row {Passer domesPais).— Our colony 
remains pretty stationary as to numbers ; they 
are never molested, and are fed in winter. 
Being formerly accustomed to coa.x these town 
birds at that season to the windows of my 
official residence in Lincoln’s Inn Fields I was 
hardly prepared to do justice to the well-marked, 
agreeable, un-sooted attire which both sexes, and 
