Sin,—Seeing a curious story of " bird-kindness" in your issue
of January 28th, I am induced to ask you if you will publish the following account. In September, 1899, I bought, in Paris, a pair of tiny (I think Japanese) birds, and brought them home to Torquay. In a few weeks the hen died, and fearing the cock was suffering from cold, I brought his cage down to a warmer room, where lived a parrot and a bullfinch.
I then opened the cage door, when my little bird came out as usual, he being very tame, and accustomed to perch on one's finger, and to fly about the room ; but to my surprise he perched on the top of the bullfinch's cage, and squeezed himself through the bars. Unlike the cruel starling of your correspondent's experience, this kind bird welcomed his tiny guest, fed him as if he were a young bird, and always allowed him to sleep under his wing. The two remained close friends till last August, when my poor little bird died. This story can be vouched for by many witnesses.—I am, Sir, &a., A. M. B.
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