The nuthatch, although a small bird, not brightly coloured, and
scarcely deserving the name of songster, exercises a singular
attraction; and if it were possible to canvass all those who love
birds, and have not fewer than half a dozen favourites, it is probable
that in a great majority of cases the nuthatch would be found among
them. When I see him sitting quite still for a few moments on a branch
of a tree in his most characteristic nuthatch attitude, on or under
the branch, perched horizontally or vertically, with head or tail
uppermost, but always with the body placed beetle-wise against the
bark, head raised, and the straight, sharp bill pointing like an arm
lifted to denote attention--at such times he looks less like a living
than a sculptured bird, a bird cut out of a beautifully variegated
marble--blue-grey, buff, and chestnut--and placed against the tree to
deceive the eye. The figure is so smooth and compact, the tints so
soft and stone-like; and when he is still, he is so wonderfully still,
and his attitude so statuesque! But he is never long still, and when
he resumes his lively, eccentric, up-and-down and sideway motions he
is interesting in another way. One is not soon tired of watching his
perpetual mouse-like, independent-of-the-earth’s-gravity perambulations
over the surface of the trunk and branches. He is like a small
woodpecker who has broken loose from the woodpecker’s somewhat narrow
laws of progression, preferring to be a law unto himself.
Without a touch of brilliant colour, the nuthatch is a beautiful bird
on account of the pleasing softness and harmonious disposition of his
tints; and, in like manner, without being a songster in the strict
sense of the word, his voice is so clear and far-reaching, and of so
pleasant a quality, that it often gives more life and spirit to the
woods and orchards and avenues he frequents than that of many true
melodists. This is more especially the case in the month of March,
before the migratory songsters have arrived, and when he is most
loquacious. A high-pitched, clear, ringing note, repeated without
variation several times, is his most often-heard call or song. He will
sometimes sit motionless on his perch, repeating this call at short
intervals, for half an hour at a time. Another bird at a distance will
be doing the same, and the two appear to be answering one another. He
also has another call, not so loud and piercing, but more melodious:
a double note, repeated two or three times, with something liquid and
gurgling in the sound, suggesting the musical sound of lapping water.
These various notes and calls are heard incessantly until the young are
hatched, when the birds all at once become silent.
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