Part 10 (1/2)

”He looks like a Swallow,” protested Johnny Chuck.

”He doesn't either. You just think he does because he happens to spend most of his time in the air the way we Swallows do,” sputtered Skimmer.

”The Swallow family never would admit such a homely looking fellow as he is as a member.

”Tut, tut, tut, tut! I do believe Skimmer is jealous,” cried Jenny Wren, who had happened along just in time to hear Skimmer's last remarks.

”Nothing of the sort,” declared Skimmer, growing still more indignant.

”I'd like to know what there is about Sooty the Chimney Swift that could possibly make a Swallow jealous.”

Jenny Wren c.o.c.ked her tail up in that saucy way of hers and winked at Johnny Chuck. ”The way he can fly,” said she softly.

”The way he can fly!” sputtered Skimmer, ”The way he can fly! Why, there never was a day in his life that he could fly like a Swallow. There isn't any one more graceful on the wing than I am, if I do say so. And there isn't any one more ungraceful than Sooty.”

Just then there was a shrill chatter overhead and all looked up to see Sooty the Chimney Swift racing through the sky as if having the very best time in the world. His wings would beat furiously and then he would glide very much as you or I would on skates. It was quite true that he wasn't graceful. But he could twist and turn and cut up all sorts of antics, such as Skimmer never dreamed of doing.

”He can use first one wing and then the other, while you have to use both wings at once,” persisted Jenny Wren. ”You couldn't, to save your life, go straight down into a chimney, and you know it, Skimmer. He can do things with his wings which you can't do, nor any other bird.”

”That may be true, but just the same I'm not the least teeny weeny bit jealous of him,” said Skimmer, and darted away to get beyond the reach of Jenny's sharp tongue.

”Is it really true that he and Sooty are not related?” asked Johnny Chuck, as they watched Skimmer cutting airy circles high up in the slay.

Jenny nodded. ”It's quite true, Johnny,” said site. ”Sooty belongs to another family altogether. He's a funny fellow. Did you ever in your life see such narrow wings? And his tail is hardly worth calling a tail.”

Johnny Chuck laughed. ”Way up there in the air he looks almost alike at both ends,” said he. ”Is he all black?”

”He isn't black at all,” declared Jenny. ”He is sooty-brown, rather grayish on the throat and breast. Speaking of that tail of his, the feathers end in little, sharp, stiff points. He uses them in the same way that Downy the Woodp.e.c.k.e.r uses his tail feathers when he braces himself with them on the trunk of a tree.”

”But I've never seen Sooty on the trunk of a tree,” protested Johnny Chuck. ”In fact, I've never seen him anywhere but in the air.”

”And you never will,” snapped Jenny. ”The only place he ever alights is inside a chimney or inside a hollow tree. There he clings to the side just as Downy the Woodp.e.c.k.e.r clings to the trunk of a tree.”

Johnny looked as if he didn't quite believe this. ”If that's the case where does he nest?” he demanded. ”And where does he sleep?”

”In a chimney, stupid. In a chimney, of course,” retorted Jenny Wren.

”He fastens his nest right to the inside of a chimney. He makes a regular little basket of twigs and fastens it to the side of the chimney.”

”Are you trying to stuff me with nonsense?” asked Johnny Chuck indignantly. ”How can he fasten his nest to the side of a chimney unless there's a little shelf to put it on? And if he never alights, how does he get the little sticks to make a nest of? I'd just like to know how you expect me to believe any such story as that.”

Jenny Wren's sharp little eyes snapped. ”If you half used your eyes you wouldn't have to ask me how he gets those little sticks,” she sputtered.

”If you had watched him when he was flying close to the tree tops you would have seen him clutch little dead twigs in his claws and snap them off without stopping. That's the way he gets his little sticks, Mr.

Smarty, He fastens them together with a sticky substance he has in his mouth, and he fastens the nest to the side of the chimney in the same way. You can believe it or not, but it's so.”

”I believe it, Jenny, I believe it,” replied Johnny Chuck very humbly.

”If you please, Jenny, does Sooty get all his food in the air too?”

”Of course,” replied Jenny tartly. ”He eats nothing but insects, and he catches them flying. Now I must get back to my duties at home.”