19 SEPTEMBER 1925, Page 18

A BIRD STORY [To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.]

SIR,—We live in a house of French windows and own a grey Persian cat whom we think more human and intelligent than most of his kind. One day he ran in at breakfast time making a purring noise, his way of letting us know that he had some- thing to show. A tell-tale feather stuck out of his mouth. He was- seized and a tiny wren was taken out of his mouth with its little heart beating furiously. We thought, of course, that its last hour was come, but after being taken round the house to be pitied and admired, it seemed better. I sug- gested putting the basket near a bush, when to our great surprise out it hopped and disappeared, apparently none the

worse. The next day our friend came in again. This time his mouth was opened with difficulty, for his teeth were clenched, but to our greater surprise out flew a little fly- catcher, soaring up to the sky none the worse for its Jonah- like experience.—I am, Sir, &c., A BIRD LOVER. Berme, Somerset.