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Updated: June 25, 2025
I was like one bewitched, and thought these very birds were discussing us. The greenfinch said: "Old Mouillard, look! Here's Princess Goldenlocks at your garden gate." The tomtit said: "Look out, old man, or she'll outwit you." The blackbird said: "I have heard of her from my grandfather, who lived in the Champs Elysees. She was much admired there."
The Welsh call him master of the coppice, and he welcomes a storm with such a vigorous and hearty song that in some countries he is known as storm-cock. He sometimes kills the young of other birds and eats eggs, a very unthrushlike trait. The whitethroat sings with crest erect, and attitudes of warning and defiance. The hooper is a great bully; so is the greenfinch.
Donegal I have been deceived by the spring-call of the Chaffinch which, owing possibly to the humidity of the atmosphere, is, there, almost indistinguishable from the corresponding note of the Greenfinch. The Yellow Bunting and the Cirl Bunting frequently make use of a similar note, so do the Curlew and the Whimbrel.
She quickly gathered a bunch of sweet-smelling leaves, and then, holding them under Greenfinch's nose, said coaxingly, "Come, come, Greenfinch, you must not be naughty! Look, you might fall down there and break your leg, and that would give you dreadful pain!" The young animal turned quickly, and began contentedly eating the leaves out of Heidi's hand.
"Down in ever such a hole, under the hedge. I saw it first, looking after the greenfinch, and she sat on th' nest." "You didn't frighten her, I hope," said the mother, "else she'll forsake it." "No, I went away as still as still, and whispered to Molly didn't I, Molly?" "Well, well, now come on," said Mrs. Poyser, "and walk before Father and Mother, and take your little sister by the hand.
All this, I freely confess, may be nothing but fancy. In any case, the subject need not keep us longer from the greenfinch that is to say, my greenfinch not another man's. From morning until evening all around and about the cottage, and out of doors whithersoever I bent my steps, from the masses of deep green foliage, sounded the perpetual airy prattle of these delightful birds.
One of the charms of the goldcrest is that he does not look on a human being as a wild beast. The blackbird regards a man as a policeman; the greenfinch bolts for it if you so much as look at him, but the goldcrest feels as secure in your presence as if you were behind bars in a cage in the Zoological Gardens.
A hundred times the mowing-grass has grown up around it, the birds have built their nests, the butterflies fluttered by, and the acorns dropped from the oaks. It is a long, long time, counted by artificial hours or by the seasons, but it is longer still in another way. The greenfinch in the hawthorn yonder has been there since I came out, and all the time has been happily talking to his love.
The little blue quills began to tell of coming feathers, his vigorous chirpings betokened plenty of vocal power, and in due time he grew into a young greenfinch of the most irrepressible and enterprising character. His lovely hues of green and yellow led to the name of Verdant being bestowed upon him, and his early experiences made it a somewhat suitable name.
He had caught sight of the inquisitive Greenfinch taking leaps in that direction, and he was only just in time, for the animal had already sprung to the edge of the abyss. All Peter could do was to throw himself down and seize one of her hind legs. Greenfinch, thus taken by surprise, began bleating furiously, angry at being held so fast and prevented from continuing her voyage of discovery.
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