Country rambles in England : $b or, Journal of a naturalistKnapp, J. L. (John Leonard)
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Country rambles in England : $b or, Journal of a naturalist
Knapp, J. L. (John Leonard)
Natural history -- England; Natural history -- Outdoor books
The two birds bearing, in England and America, the same name of Robin
redbreast, are in most respects very different. The English robin,
_motacilla rubecola_, is much the smaller of the two, is stationary
throughout the year, loses his red jacket in autumn, is little noticed
for its song in spring, but sings more or less even in winter; and, very
possibly, while gathering the autumn leaves over the “babes in the
wood,” sang their dirge with the pleasing note so often alluded to, by
English writers, as one of the charms of the season:
“But now with treble oft,
“The redbreast whistles from some garden croft,
“And gathering swallows twitter in the air.
Our American robin is a portly thrush, _turdus migratorius_, wandering
far and wide as soon as the cold weather sets in; it is one of our most
chatty, loquacious birds in spring, his voice being heard morning and
evening throughout April and May, above the notes of most of his
feathered neighbors, but he becomes silent and taciturn toward autumn.
In one sense, he deserves the name of redbreast in preference to the
English bird, since his colors never change; and, should some mute
straggler appear in the leafless groves of January or February, as
occasionally happens as far north as the Mohawk, his jacket will be
found still warmly dyed in red. In several particulars, however, the two
birds resemble each other; both are partial to the neighborhood of man;
both have the reputation of being somewhat pugnacious in temper as
regards their fellows, and both are remarkable for their fine, large
eyes. At page 164, the author alludes to this peculiarity of the English
robin, and the reader will observe the size of the same feature in our
American bird.
NOTE X.
THE GOLDFINCH, (_fringilla carduelis_) p. 167.
The goldfinch of Europe, is in some respects very like our own. “So much
does the song of our goldfinch resemble that of the European species,”
says Mr. Audubon, “that while in France and England, I have frequently
thought, and with pleasure thought, that they were the notes of our own
bird which I had heard.” The flight of both, in deep, curved lines,
alternately rising and falling, their manner of gathering in flocks,
their way of feeding, are also similar.
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