(28) (29) Oft near some simple cottage he prefers He boldly flits, and fluttering loads his bill, What little birds, with frequent, shrillest chirp, E'en as redbreast, shelt'ring in a bower, (30) The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppressed, Pleased with his solitude.-Cowper: Winter's Walk. The robin is whistling all alone With a mellow tune.-Cook: Autumn Sketch. (31) (32) Only the solitary robin sings, And, perch'd aloft, with melancholy note (33) Chants out the dirge of autumn; cheerless bird, That loves the brown and desolated scene And scanty fare of winter.-Hurdis: Village Curate. The robin pensive autumn cheers In all her locks of yellow. -Burns: Humble Petition of Bruar Water. (31) (35) (36) (37) So when the storm the forest rends, -Burns: Epistle to Mr. Graham. A solitaire through autumn's wan decay, -Clare: The Village Minstrel. Each woodland pipe is mute, Save when the redbreast mourns the falling leaf; -Grahame: British Georgics. The pensive warbler of the ruddy breast -Wordsworth: The Trossachs. (38) The robin in the winter-time. The robin that chirped in the frosty December.-Cook. (39) From out the heaped-up mow he draws his sheaves, Dislodging the poor redbreast from his shelter, Where all the livelong night he slept secure ; But now, affrighted, with uncertain flight, Flutters round walls and roof, to find some hole Through which he may escape.-J. Baillie: A Winter's Day. (40) (41) Dearer the redbreast's note, That mourns the fading year in Scotia's vales, So like the withered leaflet, than the glare -Grahame: The Sabbath. What aileth thee, Robin, that thou could'st pursue A beautiful creature That is gentle by nature? (42) Beneath the summer sky From flower to flower let him fly; The cheerer thou of our indoor sadness, -Wordsworth: The Redbreast and Butterfly. The monarch bird with blythness hard The chaunting litil silvan bard, Calit up a buzart, quha was than As may maintain him throw the zeir ; He bad, and furth the Judas flew Said, "Ah! ze sing sae dull and ruch, And nae mair of zour stuff can beir; He spak, quhyle Robinis swelling breist, But that his notes met nae regaird. Straicht to the schaw he spred his wing, (43) (44) Quhair princelie bountie is supprest -Allan Ramsay: Eagle and Robin. They little thought that saw him come -King: The Eagle and the Robin. Love away this fleeting life, Like robin redbreast and his wife. About the rooks few poets had any very positive ideas. A great many of them knew the bird personally, of course, for even those who cared least about Nature, and lived in cities, had had rooks thrust under their observation at one time or another. They appear, however, to have been struck only with four points-that the rooks "cawed;" that when they flew in any number they formed "a blackening train;" that when you fired into a rookery the birds were in uproar; and that they built nests. For this last performance the rook is repeatedly admired as "busy." The cawing was not so much to the poets' taste: most of them thought it too "clamorous." Thomson says it is "discordant" (but elsewhere "amusive;") Pope, "croaking;" and Cunningham addresses it as "bird of discord." Cowper and one or two besides are civil to the bird, but the majority tar it with their crow-brush, and so dismiss it. Scott, meaning the rook, says "Hoarse into middle air arose The vespers of the roosting crows;" Burns talks of "The blackening train of crows and Clare has Crows, they flocked quawking to rest.' 1 It seems at first sight strange that, with such wandering habits, the phrase "straight as a crow" should be adopted to mark distances in a straight line across the open country; yet, when it is borne in mind how many persons confound the crow with the rook, and even talk of "the crows in a rookery," the suggestion will at once occur to the mind that the term owed its origin to its far gentler and more respectable relation, the rook, whose evening flights are among the most familiar sights of the country, and are invariably performed in a line so straight, that if a whole flock could be tracked through the air on any one evening, it would be found scarcely to deviate from that of the preceding or the following. It is to be feared that this inaccurate application of names has done the rook ill service; yet the two birds are totally distinct. Crows are solitary birds, rarely seen in more than pairs together; rooks are eminently sociable. Crows shun the haunts of men; rooks court the vicinity of his dwellings. Crows are carnivorous; rooks chiefly insectivorous.-British Birds in their Haunts, by Rev. C. A. Johns. |