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Updated: June 28, 2025
Have you seen my cousin, Weechi?" "No," replied Peter. "Is he anywhere around here?" "Right here," replied another voice and Weechi the Magnolia Warbler dropped down on the ground for just a second right in front of Peter. The top of his head and the back of his neck were gray. Above his eye was a white stripe and his cheeks were black.
If you can find the homes of Fidget and Weechi, all right, but I certainly don't intend to tell you where they are." Peter knew that Sprite was quite right in refusing to tell the secrets of his cousins, but he couldn't think of going home without at least looking for those homes. He tried to look very innocent as he asked if they also were in hanging bunches of moss.
"Isn't it rather lonesome over here by yourselves?" asked Peter. "Not at all," replied Sprite. "You see, we are not as much alone as you think. My cousin, Fidget the Myrtle Warbler, is nesting not very far away, and another cousin Weechi the Magnolia Warbler is also quite near. Both have begun housekeeping already." Of course Peter was all excitement and interest at once.
"Not too near, Fidget; not too near. I am not as high-minded as some people. I like to be within two or three feet of the ground." "I do myself," replied Fidget. Fidget and Weechi became so interested in discussing nests and the proper way of building them they quite forgot Peter Rabbit.
Peter fairly itched to ask Weechi where his nest was, but by this time he had learned a lesson, so wisely kept his tongue still. "What were you fellows talking about?" asked Weechi. "Nests," replied Fidget. "I've just been telling Peter that while Cousin Sprite may like to build in that hanging moss down there, it wouldn't suit me at all." "Nor me either," declared Weechi promptly.
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