ON April ioth, 1946, at Englefield Green, Surrey, I watched a Starling (Sturnus v. vulgaris) singing on the ground, everywhere following another which, completely ignoring him, was busily engaged in feeding. Each time the feeding bird stopped, the singer stood close beside it singing; every so often, however, he himself paused and fed, thereafter running across to the other bird and beginning to ...

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