Identifier: birdlore101908nati (find matches)
Title: Bird lore
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: National Committee of the Audubon Societies of America National Association of Audubon Societies for the Protection of Wild Birds and Animals National Audubon Society
Subjects: Birds Birds Ornithology
Publisher: New York City : Macmillan Co.
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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a dropof it, for somehow, during the excitementof getting away, the cat had slipped into (79) So Bird - Lore the little room in which the Quail has hisabode and is free to walk about. When wereturned, very late the following night,we heard the cat scratching within, and weexpected to see nothing left but the feathersof the Quail to tell the tale: but such wasnot the case, for Woollie, in spite of histwo days fasting, had not touched thebird. One of the Quails latest achieve-ments is to defend the children whenthey play with the dog. He flies at the dog,flaps his wings, pecks him and whistles Trustful Birds Early in June, 1907, I found a nest ofthe Wood Thrush along the Brandywine,in Pennsylvania. The mother bird wassitting on four eggs. By approaching hervery quietly and gradually, she wouldallow me to stroke her and, at the end oftwo or three visits, would eat bread frommy hand. Once the nest tipped over alittle, and I straightened it up withoutflushing her from the nest, though she
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QUAIL OX CAT Photographed from life at the top of his voice, until the dog stopsjumping at the children. I am learning the Quail language andcan tell what is the matter with Fritzwhen in the next room. He makes a greatmany different sounds, which all havetheir meaning, for he always makes thesame sounds for the same thing. Byclosely observing this for some time, I cannow tell by the sounds of his voice whenhe is afraid, pleased, angry, surprised,contented or lonely. When any one enters,he has a certain sound as if greeting them.—A. H. Schippang, Bethlehem, Pa. watched closely to see what I was doing.The young were successfully reared. Last week I was among the mountainsof Pike county, and saw a Crested Fly-catcher moving restlessly around amongthe trees. Upon calling to him gently, hecame flying down to a low branch. Aftera careful survey of the surroundings, hesaw nothing to alarm, and allowed meto smooth down his ruffled feathers withmy hand. I played with him for severalminutes,

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