<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.</SPAN></h2>
<p class="caption3nb">HOW MADAM BIRD COMBS HER HAIR.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Madam Bird</span> is not able to smooth her head-dress
with her bill. What does she do about it? Why, she
uses her foot, which serves also as her hand.</p>
<p>Birds are either-handed; that is, they can use the
left hand or foot as well as the right. Some people
think that a parrot is left-handed, because she always
takes in her left hand the cracker or sugar which you
offer to her. The next time you feed her, stop and see
what you are doing. You are standing in front of the
bird and offering her the cracker in your right hand.
She is facing you, and of course takes the food with
her left hand. Everybody gives her things in the same
way, and she naturally uses her left hand, because we
teach her to do so.</p>
<p>But wild birds are either handed. Watch and see
how they comb their hair, first on one side and then on
the other, scratching very fast, as if to get all the tangles
out, but never crying, "Oh, don't!" when it
pulls. We call the fine feathers "hair," because they
grow on the bird's head as our hair does on our
own.</p>
<p>See how Mrs. Bird lifts her crown and separates the
soft feathers, and fixes her frizzes or bangs, if she wears
them. After she has combed her hair this way long
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enough, she smoothes it down in good order with her
hair dressing, as you will see later on.</p>
<p>Did you ever notice a bird wash its ears? That is
enough to make you smile, but we assure you it does
wash its ears and all around its mouth after its meals,
and between meals as often as it is necessary.</p>
<p>Watch your tame canary; he is very much like wild
birds in habits of neatness. See him stand on one foot
and reach the other foot up quickly between the long
feathers of his wing and dig away at his ears, just as if
his mother had told him to "get ready for school."</p>
<p>We have laughed many a time to see him wash himself,
he does it so deftly and cheerfully, as if it were
the greatest fun in the world. Then, to get the corners
of his mouth clean, he wipes them on his towel. His
towel is his perch or any cross-bar in the cage. You
may say he is "sharpening his bill," but he is really
wiping his face. He has probably washed it in his
bath a few minutes before.</p>
<p>Some birds wear their hair done up high on their
heads like a "pug,"—the "crest" as we call it, standing
out like the twist of the fashion. Others, such as our
mountain quail,<SPAN name="FNanchor_3"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</SPAN> prefer something like a Chinaman's
queue or the revolutionary braids. Others still comb
their hair down plain and neat like little Quakers.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_3"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></SPAN> In Southern California, <i>Oreortyx pictus plumiferus</i>.</p>
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<p>But whichever way a bird dresses its head, it is
always becoming and pretty. We have watched birds
dressing themselves, sitting or standing on the edge of
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the tub under the hydrant, or at the brook or puddle,
and we have wondered if they were not looking at
themselves in the water, flirting and twisting and turning
about just like real people at a looking-glass.</p>
<p>Most birds wear short dresses or skirts in true walking
style, while a few prefer the trail. But one thing
we have noticed: they never allow the trail to drag in
the dust or mud, not even the road-runner, whose train
is sometimes twelve inches long.</p>
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<div class="fig_caption"><span class="smcap">Mountain Quail.</span></div>
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<p>A mocking-bird or a robin will let her train just
touch the ground when she stretches up to look about
her; but when she begins to walk again she lifts it.
So you never see the tip of the longest tail one bit
draggled, unless the bird is wounded or sick.</p>
<p>If you watch closely, you will learn to tell a male
bird from a female bird by its dress. To be sure, his
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coat skirts are cut so much like the dress of his mate
that we sometimes have to imagine a good deal to see
any difference.</p>
<p>But, as a rule, you can tell the male or gentleman
bird because he dresses so much more gayly than his
mate, although we do not think he spends quite so
much time as she in fixing and mending his clothes
and in bathing. The lady bird works harder than her
mate in going to market to get lumber and nails for
her house or cradle, and so she soils her clothes more.
Then she sits longer in the nest and works harder in
many ways, never once thinking about putting on an
apron.</p>
<p>You must not think too hard of the gentleman birds
for letting their mates do the most of the home work,
for you remember that it is the male who must always
be ready for his place in the orchestra at a moment's
notice. He is obliged to make most of the music, and
if he should neglect his duty he would probably lose
his place and be put out of the choir.</p>
<p>A singer bird has no notes spread out before him,
but must go over and over his part, until he knows it
by heart with no one to prompt him.</p>
<p>You need not be surprised because we said a bird
must get lumber and nails for her house or cradle. If
she did not have lumber and nails, she could not do her
work. Of course you never hear her pounding with
a hammer, still she uses what may be called nails, as
you shall see by and by.</p>
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<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I should not have to change my dress<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Were I a bird in yonder tree,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And say, "Excuse me, if you please,"<br/></span>
<span class="i2">When callers come to visit me.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But I would fly upon a bough.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And say, "My dear, come right up here."<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And we would sit and swing and chat<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Beneath the sky so blue and clear.<br/></span></div>
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