IN FEATHERS AND FUR. 
73 
A BED OF FISH BONES. 
A very uncomfortable bed it would be for you, but just the 
thing for the little Kingfisher babies. You wouldn't like the house, 
either, any better than the bed, for it's built — or dug — away under 
ground at the end of a hole made by a water-rat or some other 
little animal. 
In the picture you can see Mr. and Mrs. Kingfisher. Mrs. 
Kingfisher sits in a dignified way on a rock, while Mr. Kingfisher 
has just brought home his dinner. He won't share it with his 
wife, though. When he wants to eat it, he'll beat it to death on a 
stone, and then just give it a toss up in the air, and catch it, head 
first, and — swallow it right down. 
Greedy, did you say ? 
Well, it would be greedy for you, who have knives and forks 
to eat with ; but for this poor little fellow, who hasn't even fingers, 
not to speak of forks, it's the very best way he can do. And 
besides, they're not very big fish, — only minnows (perhaps you call 
them minnies). 
