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Title: Bird life throughout the year
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Salter, John Henry
Subjects: Birds Birds
Publisher: London, Headley
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ird forms a moreappropriate prey. No other of our raptorial birdsis possessed by such a blind ferocity. We have knownthe sparrow-hawk frequently to dash against thewires of an out-door aviary in the attempt to seize asinging-bird, and for the same purpose it will sometimesenter a room or stun itself against a window-pane intrying to do so. In one instance of which we knew, asparrow-hawk, not content with killing two parentblackbirds at the nest, returned and took the unfledgedyoung. It probably had a brood to satisfy, and forthe wants of such the sparrow-hawk is known to caterwith a liberal hand. Along the brook-side, where we have watched thewater-rat on the feed at dusk, and have seen the water-shrews playing about like miniature otters, all thegay tangle of summer, creamy meadow-sweet, purpleloosestrife and yellow flag, is now sere and dead. Asa Kingfisher darts past, its azure-blue back looks allthe more brilliant by contrast with such lifeless A SITTING WOODCOCK.Photo H. Lazenby.
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NOVEMBER 225 surroundings. Alighting on the top of a stake, itdrops into the water with an audible plunge to seizea minnow. The yellow breast of a Grey Wagtail,wading daintily amongst the cresses, makes anotherspot of colour. With harsh giach, giach, a Sniperises from a patch of rushes. Lower down, before itenters the pool, the stream loses itself for a time in asmall boggy copse, where the alders stand amongstmiry pools, upon whose borders earlier in the yearmarsh-marigolds—the king-cups of our childhoodsdays—shine like fire. There are small birds in thetops of the alders, clinging tit-like as they extract theseed from the cones, the process causing a tiny rattlingnoise, just loud enough to be heard. But they are nottits, for the glass shows here the gold-banded wing andgreen breast of a cock Siskin, and there the crimson-dyed frontlet of a Redpoll. Mixed bands of these twosmall finches may always be seen at this time of theyear amongst the alders and birches, which they onlydese

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