Gleanings on 
the Yorkshire. 
(73) THE BIRD WORLD. 
of warmed water, then runs them into an 
ordinary Yorkshire show cage. They at 
once commence to plume themselves, 
and thus get used to the cage. To get 
a bird used to run from the stock cage 
into the show cage you simply leave the 
show cage in front of the stock cage for 
two or three days with both doors open, 
so that the bird can run into either cage 
at will, then, say, after the third day, 
you go to the cage with a short cane or 
stick, put it into the stock cage, and 
with a little gentle manoeuvring you will 
get him into the show cage. After you 
have done this a few times, he will know 
exactly what is wanted, so that all you 
need do is to place the show cage in 
front of the door, gently tap the wires, 
and he will run in quite freely. I have 
almost all my birds trained to run so 
that I seldom need to handle them; even 
some of my Crests do the same thing. 
When you have them trained to run into 
the show cage, you must leave them in 
for an hour or two each day. I gener¬ 
ally put three or four cages side by side 
with a piece of cardboard between of 
just sufficient height that when the bird 
stands to the top perch he has to gently 
stretch himself to see his neighbour in 
the adjoining cage. This helps to get 
him into a good upright position, which 
he speedily assumes when handled. You 
must handle your birds frequently if you 
wish them to be steady. I do not advise 
you to do as a friend of mine did with 
his Linnet, which he wanted steadied. 
He gave it to his two-year-old son to 
play with. It certainly answered in his 
case, but I should not care to trust a 
probable exhibition Yorkshire to my 
youngest. I’m afraid his exhibition 
career would be nipped in the bud. 
A Strange Belief. 
The natives of Hawaii believe that the 
souls of their dead kings live in the 
bodies of Ravens, and thus every 
Hawaiian respects the bird. But a week 
or two ago, Queen Liliuokalani, who 
ascended the throne in 1891 and was 
deposed two years later, said that she 
firmly believed that when she died her 
soul would enter the body of a Raven— 
she hoped a British bird. 
Reasoning Rooks. 
Mr. C. Crabtree, Tunbridge Wells, 
writes lamenting that the Rooks’ nests 
in the Grove are dwindling. Five years 
ago, says Mr. Crabtree, a strange thing 
happened—nearly all the nests were 
built in a large beech tree—and during 
the building operations one of the Rooks 
got its foot hooked in a sharp angle of 
the beech branch, and hung head down¬ 
wards, unable to recover itself. There 
was great commotion all the day by the 
other birds, and as it was impossible to 
get near it to release it a neighbour shot 
the bird to put an end to its sufferings. 
The body hung there all the summer— 
the colony went on with their breeding; 
but I notice that not a single nest has 
appeared in that tree since. The Rooks 
did not forget the sad accident to their 
mate, and have given that tree a wide 
berth since. So much for their reason¬ 
ing power. 
One of the handsomest members of 
the large family of Weavers, 
