JOHN-TO-WHIT.[55] _Red-eyed Flycatcher._ +Wils.+—_Whip-Tom-Kelly._ +Sloane.+ _Vireosylva olivacea._ _Muscicapa olivacea_, +Linn.+—Aud. pl. 150. _Vireosylva olivacea_, +Bonap.+ [55] Length 6¹⁄₄ inches, expanse 10, flexure 3¹⁄₄, tail 2³⁄₁₀, rictus ¹⁷⁄₂₀, tarsus ⁸⁄₁₀, middle toe ⁵⁄₁₀. Intestine 7¹⁄₂ inches; two minute cæca, merely rudimentary. Much oftener heard than seen, though not unfamiliar to either sense, this sober-coloured bird is one of those whose notes have such a similarity to articulations as to procure them a common appellation. The Flycatchers, in general, are not very vociferous, but this is pertinacious in its tri-tonous call, repeating it with energy every two or three seconds. It does not ordinarily sit on a prominent twig, or dart out after insects, though I have seen one in eager, but unsuccessful pursuit of a butterfly (_Terias_), but it seems to love the centre of thick trees, where it sits announcing its presence, or flits from bough to bough as you approach; so that it is not easy to get a sight of it. This bird does not winter with us, but leaves with the Grey Petchary, at the beginning of October. It returns early, and like the bird just named, evidently makes an eastward progress, arriving at the south-west end of the island first. On the 26th of March, on my return to Bluefields, after a visit to Spanish town, I heard its well-known voice, but my lad had noticed it a week before. From this time, every grove, I might almost say every tree, had its bird, uttering with incessant iteration and untiring energy, from its umbrageous concealment, _Sweet-John!—John-to-whit!—sweet-John-to-whit!—John-t’whit!— sweet-John-to—whit!_—I can scarcely understand how the call can be written “_Whip-Tom-Kelly_” as the accent, if I may so say, is most energetically on the last syllable. Nor have I ever heard this appellation given to it in Jamaica. After July we rarely hear _John-to-whit_,—but, _to-whit—to-whoo_; and sometimes a soft simple chirp, or _sip, sip_, whispered so gently as scarcely to be audible. This, however, I have reason to believe, is the note of the young, for I have heard young ones repeatedly utter it, when sitting on a twig, receiving from time to time, with gaping beak, and quivering wing, the food contributed by the dam.