A PLAGE FOR BIRD LOVERS

Evening Star, Issue 22460, 3 October 1936, Page 8

A PLAGE FOR BIRD LOVERS

THE PLEDGE.—•“ I promise to cure for all wild birds, especially New Zealand native birds, to feed them in winter, and to protect them at all times. I promise also to protect our native trees and busli, and at no time to assist in their damage or destruction, since they are the natural home of our native birds.” Name I'll 11 Postal Adores

not even “ looping the loop ” is beyond it-, i . ' Changed conditions brought about by settlement have fortunately not disturbed this native bird very much. Always favouring open spaces at the edge of the bush and well-lighted clearings, it has taken kindly enough to shrubberies and shelter belts, finding indeed some addition to its food supply among introduced insects such as the turnip fiy. Even human dwellings are not safe shelter for the housefly when fantails are about, for the bird will not only enter open doors and windows, but, if unmolested, will return regularly and systematically hunt through -■very room in the house-, chirping in friendly conversation with the owners as it does so.

of your hoc, the door of your homestead, the wood of your cradle, and the shell of your coffin. 1 am the bread of kindness and the flower of beauty. Ye who pass by, listen to my pr.ycr I’Hann me not. The above may he seen set up in the parks in Portugal. HAVE WE TAKEN HEED. A monument stands at Bourke’s Pass, which leads through the hills in the Mackenzie Country, on which is the following inscription:— “ To put on record that Michael John Bourke. a graduate of Dublin University a- d Ihe first ocenp-.er of I’aincl-ilf Station, entered the Pass—known to the Maoris as Te Kind Oi'ihi—in 1885

everything—except moving! He never thought of that at all. For if ho had moved the car would have gone on to the bridge. Slowly the car crept to a standstill. A man—two men—were out of it in a twinkling, and came running to where Jack stood, propped on his crutches. At first they thought it must be some crazy joke. When they saw it was a boy they began to shout. Jack gripped his crutches. All at once he, began to fee! queer. “ The bridge,' 1 he stammered—“ it’s breaking. It will break—under a weight. I—l couldn't run to warn vou 'I •thought if I stood still in the middle of the road you would have to stOD.”-