Identifier: birdnotes05fore (find matches)
Title: Bird notes
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Foreign Bird Club National British Bird and Mule Club
Subjects: Birds -- Periodicals Birds -- Great Britain Periodicals
Publisher: Brighton : Foreign Bird Club : National British Bird and Mule Club
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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ull or sleepy. I never saw my Rajah —this was his name—asleep : we often wished he would sleep, hewas so noisy. He had the power of producing from his throata greater range of tone and note than any bird I ever heard.Nothing pleased him so much as putting him on his back andtickling him under his wings: he then caressed my hand byrunning his beak over it in a sort of nibbling manner, evidentlythe Lorys method of kissing. He never bit me, but was notsafe with strangers. He was not destructive to woodwork likemost Parrots, as his beak was not formed for opening nuts,which he never attempted to do; indeed, he never ate nuts.Purple-capped Lories are chiefly frugivorous. They do notseem to be commonly brought to this country, and in theirwild state are confined to the Moluccas. I wish someone who has seen them in those Islands wouldtell Its about them, and about the Islands of Moluccas, whichare little known in this part of the world. Lories come fromthence. W. F. SmiXhwick, (Captain).
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23 ZTbe IRe^start. By the Rev. C. D. Farrar. ^V^R. Johnson once remarked that it was theI f duty of a biographer to state all the failings■^^^ of a respectable character. If I were to relateall mine it would take too long, so I must be contentwith one. I can never say No, to a good offer ; when,therefore, I was offered, sometime since, a pair ofRedstarts, I fell an easy prey to the tempter. I hadhad Redstarts before—and lost them—a Nightingalekindly put an end to one pair, a Robin to another.But what of that ? Was not Caesar indebted for hissuccess not so much to his wonderful talent as to thesingle disposition of mind—Nil actum rep7da?is siquid superesset ageiidiwi. It was the same with me : Ihad not only to buy Redstarts, but to keep them alive!And after all, in one case at any rate, the fault hadnot been mine. If the question had been asked, as inthe old nursery rhyme, Who killed the Redstart?the answer would have immediately been I, saidcock Robin ! My cock Redstart, when

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