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■BWW'W——FC— NATURE NOTES. THE BIRDS OF A TOWX GARDEN-—PART II. RED ROBIN ON REDBREA'T—WE about six robins in the garden. When anyone takes the spade to dig, a robin is seen to cuine and perch somewhere close at. hand, keeping a sharp look-out, for the worms that are turned up. The honied of them all will come so near that we could touch him, cocking his head on one side and giving a knowing look with his black eye, as if to make sure that no mischief is intended. He knows how to hold his own, too, and is always ready for a ngl.t. When a plate of bird food is put out in winter, the first robin to arrive keeps not only the robins, but even the sparrows and chaffinches at a distance, tintil he has looked it over and secured the tit-bits for himself. In the first week of March last year, in spite of the cold wind and frost at nÜrht, a robin had already built her nest, and was sitting upon her eggs in a summer-house. The next four belong to the group of the warblers, small birds which come to us in summer. They search the leaves of the apple trees for caterpillars, and clear the green blight from the rose-bushes. Amongst them are some of our best songsters. The blackcap in this respect is considered to be only •eeond to the nightingale, and is to be commended because he comes to Wales, while the nightingale does not honour us with a visit. You may see it t^about the furze and brambles, always on t lie move, "WWestless and in a hurry. Sometimes it jerks itself •fap into the air to sing, but only for a m<mieiif, then down again to its nest amongst the briers and Settles. The chiff-chaff is a iittle light-coloured biro, first of them all to come back across the sea, it is often here before the end of March. long when not too busy catching repeals its name. The widow wren is so like it that you Would hardly know the two apart, but instead of I the chiff-chaff's simple ditty it i sweet song, which we would be sorry to miss, lor spring Would not seem real without it. The golden-crested wren, the smaller "f all. our British birds, we' have only seen once in 1 he garden- hedge. # It was early in the year, for this plucky little fallow stays with us all the winter. You know the fable as to how the wren became i lie king of birds. The Goldcrest st ill wears his crown, a st reak of gold on his head. One of his Entrlish names is Kinglet," and his Latin name Ilcgulus means the same thing. U.C.W. J. H. SALTER. (To be continued).


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