The Colony Of Starlings Give A Ball
: Daddy's Bedtime Bird Stories
The birds gave concerts early every morning and sometimes, too, they
would give an extra one just after the sun went down in the afternoon.
Jack and Evelyn loved to hear the birds sing, and they told daddy that
they were really learning to know the various songs of the different
"I have meant for some time," said daddy, "to tell you a story about a
ball the starlings gave some time ago. Now the sta
lings are not
singers. They can only chirp and twitter, but they love music and enjoy
hearing all the other birds. They are great friends with the robins,
and when they suggested giving a ball the robins were at once ready to
help them with it."
"I don't believe we know what starlings are. We may have seen them and
not have known what they were," said Jack.
"Starlings," continued daddy, "are about the same size as robins. They
are black, or they appear to be black. In reality their feathers look
different colors in different lights. But they usually appear black, as,
of course, they don't come so very near to people. They are not nearly
so tame as the robins. They have yellow beaks. And another thing about
them is that they are very fond of their own kind. They travel always in
huge flocks, for they love to be together.
"But to continue about the ball. The starlings said that they would like
to give a party, and the robins thought it was an excellent plan.
"So invitations were sent out to all the other birds around. And they
all accepted with great pleasure.
"Ever so many were invited. There were the chickadees, the song
sparrows, the chipping sparrows, the orioles, the thrushes, and
even the catbirds were asked.
"Of course, great preparations were made for the ball. The robins said
that they would give the music, for, of course, the starlings couldn't
have a ball without music.
"And you should have seen the birds dancing. They danced until they were
completely out of breath. The robins sang lovely waltzes and they
whistled for the jigs.
"Then, when the starlings thought that their guests had had enough of
the dancing, they suggested that they should all have some supper. They
had their supper served in little moss cups for each bird, and it did
taste so good out of such a dainty, pretty cup."
"I suppose they had little worms, didn't they?" asked Evelyn.
"Yes, indeed," said daddy, "but that is what they think is delicious."