Now it appears to be the redeye, and again the chipping-sparrow.
All too soon the only bird notes are those of the redeye and the pewee.
"Redeye believes in singing while he works," said Jenny Wren.
Of course he doesn't have red eyes, and he is a little smaller than Redeye.
Now there was nothing that Redeye himself could do to help, for he was too small.
He would have guessed it anyway, because Redeye spent so much time in that tree during the nesting season.
Peter used to think that if song is an expression of happiness, Redeye must be the happiest of all birds.
But it wasn't often that Redeye came down so near the ground that Peter could see his eyes.
"I don't see when Redeye finds time to eat," declared Peter as he listened to the seemingly unending song in the maple-tree.
Mr. and Mrs. Redeye are dreadfully distressed about it, but they will feed him because they say it isn't his fault.