“It is true that many flowers which are strongly scented are visited by insects, but these flowers have abundance of nectar, and the insects come in spite of the scent, and not on account of it. They visit unscented flowers, provided that they have nectar, equally freely; and they do not visit flowers which have scent without nectar. “Moreover, fruits are more generally scented even than flowers; but what explanation have those, who attribute the scents of flowers to the tastes of insects, for the scents of fruits? Insects which visit fruits are only robbers. Therefore, if we say that plants have scents for the purpose of attracting insects, we accuse all plants which have scented fruits of attempted suicide. “There are hosts of plants, again, with scented leaves. Here also the insects are only robbers, and it is quite clear that the scent is not useful in attracting insects. If, therefore, you adopt the insect theory to explain the scents of flowers, you must invent entirely new theories to explain the scents of fruits and leaves.” It is thus evident that the ordinarily accepted explanation of the colours, scents, and markings of flowers is far from satisfactory. Kay Robinson’s Theory Mr E. Kay Robinson has put forth in recent issues of _The Country-Side_ (March 20, 27, and April 3, 1909) quite a new explanation of the phenomena, and one which deserves careful consideration. He maintains that “the real, primary, and original meaning of the colours, markings, nectar and scents of flowers is not to attract insects, but to deter grazing and browsing animals.” “I say,” he writes, “that grazing and browsing animals avoid eating conspicuous flowers. I have watched a flock of five hundred sheep pass across a yard-wide strip of close-nibbled turf on the Norfolk coast, grazing as they passed, and the number of open daisy blossoms after they had passed seemed the same as before they came. Every one of five hundred sheep had eaten something from that yard of grass, and not one had eaten any of the hundred and thirty odd daisies. “Every summer the farm horses are turned into the same old pasture, and as the summer wanes the field always presents the same appearance—the green grass close-grazed, the tall buttercups left standing high. “Once, leaning over a gate with friends, I pointed out that a flock of sheep grazing in a sainfoin field were nibbling the greenstuff close, but were not eating the flowery stalks, when one sheep near us accidentally pulled up a whole sainfoin plant by the roots and proceeded to munch it upwards. Inch by inch the stem passed into its jaws, and I began to be afraid that it was going to establish an ‘exception’ to my rule. But, just when the bright cluster of pink sainfoin blossom was within two inches of its teeth, it gave an extra nip, and the flower head fell to the ground, and the sheep resumed its search for greenstuff.