There is a small sparrow-hawk,too,which is very bold,and which will attack a man if he goes near its nest.
The tern is a beautiful little bird about twice as big as a swallow,and somewhat resembling it in its flight,but much more graceful.It has a black satin head,and lavender satin and white over the rest of its body.It has an orange bill and feet;and is not seen 4in the back country during the winter.
The red-bill is,I believe,identical with the oyster-catcher of the Cornish coast.It has a long orange bill,and orange feet,and is black and white over the body.
The sand-piper is very like the lark in plumage.
The quail is nearly exterminated.It is exactly like a small partridge,and is most excellent eating.Ten years ago it was very abundant,but now it is very rarely seen.The poor little thing is entirely defenceless;it cannot take more than three flights,and then it is done up.Some say the fires have destroyed them;some say the sheep have trod on their eggs;some that they have all been hunted down:my own opinion is that the wild cats,which have increased so as to be very numerous,have driven the little creatures nearly off the face of the earth.
There are wood hens also on the plains;but,though very abundant,they are not much seen.The wood hen is a bird rather resembling the pheasant tribe in plumage,but not so handsome.It has a long,sharp bill and long feet.It is about the size of a hen.It cannot fly,but sticks its little bob-tail up and down whenever it walks,and has a curious Paul-Pry-like gait,which is rather amusing.It is exceedingly bold,and will come sometimes right into a house.It is an arrant thief,moreover,and will steal anything.I know of a case in which one was seen to take up a gold watch,and run off with it,and of another in which a number of men,who were camping out,left their pannikins at the camp,and on their return found them all gone,and only recovered them by hearing the wood hens tapping their bills against them.Anything bright excites their greed;anything red,their indignation.They are reckoned good eating by some;but most people think them exceedingly rank and unpleasant.From fat wood hens a good deal of oil can be got,and this oil is very valuable for almost anything where oil is wanted.
It is sovereign for rheumatics,and wounds or bruises;item for softening one's boots,and so forth.The egg is about the size of a guinea fowl's,dirtily streaked,and spotted with a dusky purple;it is one of the best eating eggs I have ever tasted.
I must not omit to mention the white crane,a very beautiful bird,with immense wings,of the purest white;and the swamp hen,with a tail which it is constantly bobbing up and down like the wood hen;it has a good deal of bluish purple about it,and is very handsome.
There are other birds on the plains,especially about the river-beds,but not many worthy of notice.
In the back country,however,we have a considerable variety.I have mentioned the kaka and the parroquet.
The robin is a pretty little fellow,in build and manners very like our English robin,but tamer.His plumage,however,is different,for he has a dusky black tail coat and a pale canary-coloured waistcoat.When one is camping out,no sooner has one lit one's fire than several robins make their appearance,prying into one's whole proceedings with true robin-like impudence.They have never probably seen a fire before,and are rather puzzled by it.I heard of one which first lighted on the embers,which were covered with ashes;finding this unpleasant,he hopped on to a burning twig;this was worse,so the third time he lighted on a red-hot coal;whereat,much disgusted,he took himself off,I hope escaping with nothing but a blistered toe.They frequently come into my hut.I watched one hop in a few mornings ago,when the breakfast things were set.First he tried the bread--that was good;then he tried the sugar--that was good also;then he tried the salt,which he instantly rejected;and,lastly,he tried a cup of hot tea,on which he flew away.I have seen them light on a candle (not a lighted one)and peck the tallow.I fear,however,that these tame ones are too often killed by the cats.The tomtit is like its English namesake in shape,but smaller,and with a glossy black head and bright yellow breast.
The wren is a beautiful little bird,much smaller than the English one,and with green about its plumage.
The tui or parson-bird is a starling,and has a small tuft of white cravat-like feathers growing from his throat.True to his starling nature,he has a delicious voice.
We have a thrush,but it is rather rare.It is just like the English,save that it has some red feathers in its tail.
Our teal is,if not the same as the English teal,so like it,that the difference is not noticeable.
Our linnet is a little larger than the English,with a clear,bell-like voice,as of a blacksmith's hammer on an anvil.Indeed,we might call him the harmonious blacksmith.
The pigeon is larger than the English,and far handsomer.He has much white and glossy green shot with purple about him,and is one of the most beautiful birds I ever saw.He is very foolish,and can be noosed with ease.Tie a string with a noose at the end of it to a long stick,and you may put it round his neck and catch him.The kakas,too,will let you do this,and in a few days become quite tame.
