A very large mouth, fringed with long bristles, useful as an insect trap.
Plumage all mottled with gray, buff, and black, but the end half of three outside tail-feathers white, and a white breast-band.
A Summer Citizen of the United States and Canada east of the plains; in winter from Florida southward.
A member of the guilds of Sky Sweepers and Ground Gleaners.
CHAPTER XXIII
A LAUGHING FAMILY
When the children had their uncle with them, and could listen to his stories, it seemed very easy to name the birds. But when they were alone it was quite a different matter. The birds had a way of moving on, at exactly the wrong moment. Of course they made some very funny mistakes, and at times grew quite discouraged.
"I thought we could learn a hundred birds in no time," said Nat to Olive, one morning; "but I"m only pop sure of ten when they fly in a hurry, and about ten more when they sit still and let me take a good look at them."
"I think that is doing very well, indeed, for watching live birds is not a bit like learning rules and figures by heart. Though your tables give you some facts about birds" colors and habits, every bird has some little ways and tricks of his very own that are always a surprise; and then, you see, a bird in the hand looks very different from a bird in the bush!"
"I suppose that is why uncle wants us to go out to see for ourselves, instead of telling us stories every day. This morning, when I was over in the miller"s woods, where we heard the Whip-poor-will, I saw the queerest bird, running up a tree; he let me come close to, without being frightened.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Downy Woodp.e.c.k.e.r.]
"At first I thought he was a Black-and-white Creeper, for he was all black and white. Then I saw he was much bigger, and the beak was square at the end, as if it was cut off instead of being sharp-pointed. He had the strangest feet, two toes behind and two in front, and when he came down near where I stood, I saw a bright-red spot on the head. When I went a step nearer, he didn"t like it, and then laughed out loud at me--"Quip! Cher, cher, cher, cher! Ha! ha! ha! ha!" I thought he might be some kind of a Woodp.e.c.k.e.r, but those in uncle"s room are a great deal bigger."
"A very good description of the Downy Woodp.e.c.k.e.r," said the Doctor, coming up under the porch where they were sitting. "This bird belongs not only to a different family from any you have heard about, but to a different order also.
"You have seen that Perching Birds all have three toes in front, and one behind on the same level, so that they may easily grasp a perch and keep their balance. But Woodp.e.c.k.e.rs do not perch in the true sense--they rest either against a tree-trunk or on a limb, and even sleep in these positions. They almost all have four toes, two in front and two behind, and the strong pair of hind toes prop them up when they climb the trunks of trees, or when they stop to bore for their food. They also have stiff, pointed tail-feathers that they press against the upright trunks of trees to keep themselves in place, the same as Swifts do inside chimneys, or Brown Creepers scrambling about trees. So they make brackets of themselves, as Rap says. Their bills are strong and straight, like chisels, so that they may cut and gouge hard wood without breaking them. Besides all this, they have curious long fleshy tongues, with h.o.r.n.y barbed tips, which they can thrust far out of their mouths, to spear their insect food from holes and crannies."
"Can any of them sing?" asked Nat.
"They belong to an entirely songless group, but have several ways of calling and signalling to each other. One of these is to beat rapidly on a tree with the beak, which makes a rolling noise, each different species doing his drumming in his own way. Besides this, they all have jolly laughing notes, in spite of the fact that most of them are rather shy birds. Hence they are often called the Laughing Family!"
"Are there many kinds of Woodp.e.c.k.e.rs in North America?"
"More than twenty, but you are likely to notice only a few of them. I am sure, however, that you will be good friends with, four kinds before snowfall--the Downy Woodp.e.c.k.e.r that you saw this morning; the beautiful golden-winged Flicker; the gay Red-headed Woodp.e.c.k.e.r, so glossy blue-black and white; and the mischievous spotted Sapsucker who visits us in autumn. You will find them very different in looks and habits, in spite of their being cousins." "Uncle! Uncle Roy!" cried Dodo, running through the Orchard in a great state of excitement. "There is a very handsome, rare, wonderful kind of a Meadowlark walking on the lawn by the front steps. It"s brown speckled with black and has a black patch on the breast and red on the head and when he flies you can see a white spot over the tail. Do you think he has come out of a cage?"
"No, missy, that is not a Meadowlark, is not rare or wonderful, and has not been in a cage; that is an every-day sort of a Woodp.e.c.k.e.r, having many names. Some think he is called the Flicker because he has a way of flicking his wings, and the Yellow Hammer because he hammers on trees with the beak and has fine golden wing-linings. The nest of the one you saw is in a hole, high up in the old sa.s.safras by the side fence, and some say that this is why another of his names is High-hole. But it received all three of those names for other reasons you need not bother your head about just now.
"There are young birds in the nest now, and if you tap on the trunk with a stick you will hear them making a noise. This seems to be Woodp.e.c.k.e.r day, for Nat has seen the little Downy in the woods, you have seen the Flicker on the lawn, and I was telling him about two others; so you are just in time _not_ to be too late. Now write the table for Nat"s Downy, first, and then we will have the rest of the Woodp.e.c.k.e.rs."
The Downy Woodp.e.c.k.e.r
The smallest North American Woodp.e.c.k.e.r--hardly seven inches long.
Upper parts black, with a long white patch on middle of back; wings spotted with black and white. Some black and white bars on the outside tail-feathers. Red band on back of head of the male, but not of the female.
Under parts all white.
A Citizen of the eastern half of North America, where he stays all the year round.
A good and useful neighbor--one of the best. Does not bore holes in trees to injure them or eat the sap, but to get at the hurtful grubs which live under the bark, and the sharp, barbed tongue is especially fitted to pick thorn out of the holes which are dug with the stout chisel-like beak.
Eats a little fruit, chiefly-wild berries, and is a hard-working member of the guilds of Tree Trappers and Ground Gleaners, as he eats not only grubs, but ants, beetles, bugs, caterpillars, and spiders. He is also a Seed Sower, though in being so he and his brothers, without intentional mischief, scatter the seeds from the watery white berries of the poison ivy. He always digs for himself a nest in some partly decayed tree, and never takes long journeys, but moves about only in search of food.
THE RED-HEADED WOODp.e.c.k.e.r
"There, that will do for the Downy," continued the Doctor, as the children finished the table; "only I ought to tell you that I have a friend who calls him the Flying Checker-board, because he looks when he flies as if he were checkered all over in squares of two colors--black and white. The Red-head is a much gayer bird, with three colors--ha!
there goes one now! This is Woodp.e.c.k.e.r day indeed, and we are in luck."
A very handsome bird, glittering in the sun, had come looping swiftly past, and swung himself up to the broken-off top of a tall tree, where he rattled a loud rataplan, as much as to say, "Am I not a fine fellow?"
"Yes, I know him," said Rap eagerly; "there"s a pair that have a nest in our orchard, the same I guess that were there last year, when they raised a brood, only when the young ones came out they had gray heads instead of red ones, and their wings were not clear white like this one"s, nor their backs so shiny black--is that right, Doctor?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: RED-HEADED WOODp.e.c.k.e.r.]
"Yes, my boy, and it shows you know how to use your eyes, for young Red-heads look very different from their parents till they get a new suit. You remember that we called the Bluebird the Flag Bird, on account of his three colors. But this Woodp.e.c.k.e.r has the red of the head much brighter than a Bluebird"s breast, and shows purer white as he flies, in large s.p.a.ces on his back and wings; though his blue is not so bright--it is what we call blue-black, very dark and glossy, like polished steel."
"Do they stay around all the year?" asked Nat.
"Some of them do, but not many. They are very common in summer, but not as hardy as the Downies, and most of them go off south for the winter.
They are very merry, frolicsome birds, with all sorts of tricks and manners--even Dodo"s Flickers are no jollier members of the Laughing Family."
"Do they work when they are through playing?" asked Nat; "and do any good?"
"Yes, indeed," answered the Doctor; "all kinds of Woodp.e.c.k.e.rs are industrious workers, and all of them except the Sapsuckers are very useful to us in destroying hurtful insects."
"What kind of eggs do they lay?" asked Dodo; "it must be hard to get a look at them in such deep holes so high up."
"Very pretty ones indeed," replied the Doctor. "They are not very easy to reach, though you can readily see the rounded hole that leads into the nest, for it is almost always bored in a bare, dead part of the tree. I can show you some Woodp.e.c.k.e.r"s eggs in my cabinet. They are all alike, except in size--more round than most birds" eggs are, very smooth and glossy, like porcelain, and pure white. But now write your table while that Red-head is still in sight. It is a very easy one; his colors are plain, and you can guess pretty nearly how long he is."
The Red-headed Woodp.e.c.k.e.r
Length about nine inches.
Head and neck crimson-red all around; back and most of wings and tail glossy blue-black; all the rest snow-white, except a little red tinge on the belly.
Young ones gray wh.o.r.e the old ones are red, and not so pure black and white in other places.
A Citizen of the eastern half of the United States and some parts of Canada, but mostly going to the Southern States for the winter.
A good neighbor and useful member of the guilds of Tree Trappers and Ground Gleaners; he takes some of our fruits now and then, but is welcome to them for the good he does in destroying insects which would injure and perhaps kill our fruit trees if he did not eat his full share of them; and he has to work very hard to dig them out of the places where they lurk under the bark.
THE FLICKER