The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-06-14
4 IAl VBO TALKS WIN DIRDS


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THIS man whofr tho birds ~ thu forest
tseat ~ one ~ themselves 10 an American
named Charles Dcnison Kellogg He wss
horn In California. tho son ~ forty miner
who uscd 70 In known ss the Grand Old
Man Of tho Mines.
From Infancy In was \ dreamy. I'm
practical child. with great love and tender
hess for all living things. In boyhood he
used to lie down In the woods and listen IN
the birds instead Of going to school or
playing with other lads.
All his life he has studied the langua ges
and habits Of tho dwellers In the wood
In preferences to those Of his fellowmen.
"Imag said friend Of his. q human
being calling birds to him and understand
ing all tho little worries and troubles in
their seemingly careless lives. Could any
thing be more wonderfully
He can tell you all about their wooinss
and their love songs. all about the long
drawn. happy notes Of the mother bird
who has just Matched her young. His face
In those moments tells the interesting
story Of his lonely. yet happy. life with
his feathered friends in tho forests Of the
Far West and the iunsles Of the tropics.
There IL not bird note which Mr. Kel-
logg cannot i'm tate perfectly. He does
not whistle or sing the notes. a. an ordi-
nary man would do. be MARBLES them ex-
actly like tho birds.
1T IL not imitation he tells his friends.
'To put it briefly and badly. Nature has
given me a bird throat.
Il cannot explain it, nobody can. Many
scientists have examined my throat and
listened to my notes and tr;lls. They all
CONFESS thamselyes puzzled
They say there 10 something peculiar
in the formation OF my throat which en-
ables me to sing like birds without merely
initiating them. have never met another
man who possesses this curious gift"
Mr.. Kellogg spends the greater part Of
the year camping out in tho woods alone,
or with his wife. another enthusiastic bird
lever, and perhaps a sympathetic friend
like John Burroughs. He has travelled all
over North America, from Alaska to Mexico.
making friends with all sorte and conditions
OF birds, and no has also pitched his tent
In Jamaica and other West Indian islands
in search Of birds which have been OK
terminated In tho United States. such a. the
blue heron.
He 10 not fond Of taking people with
him into the woodland. He treats the
birds a. a gentleman treats his friends,
introducing only desirable acquaintance
to them. Men who have accompanied him
into the woods speak With amazement Of
his intimacy with everything that flies.
THE moment We entered the shady
precincts Of the woodland said Stephen
Chalmers, who accompanied him on one
OF his expeditions in Jamaica, .Kellogg's
manner changed.
He had been talking to mo about his
adventures In various parts Of America,
but instantly he forgot my very existence
and began calling to his beloved birds.
What puzzled me was that the birds seemed
to know him.
Somewhere among tho trees q wood
pecker called. The call was answered,
seemingly by another bird whore Kellogg
was standing. Again the woodpecker
called, and again 1t was replied to.
-'Did you do that?' l asked in amaze
ment.
kellogg did not reply. He was staring
at the trees In little while tiny wood
peoker fluttered on to tree near to US.
and then on to Kellogg's outstretched hand.
1T looked up into his face, opened its
little beak and talked volubly to him. while
NO Cdlhcd DhSh' AhOy AVPo w A'ASA1Niy
conversation for several minutes and then
the woodpecker flew away.
II don't know what he said to it, but It
seemed to me that he was asking about the
health and prosperity of Its brothers Of the
woodland.
Presently we saw black-and-golden
banana bird futtering around plantain
blossom. It suddenly stopped and ut
tered its sweet call. Tom Painel Tom
Panel
kellogg instantly responded, and the
bird looked at him and flew nearer. Then,
for quite Ave minutes, they kept up an
animated, melodious conversation. At last
the gaudy-colored bird few away, and at
the same moment the naturalist wheeled
around and replied to the 'Coo-ooo-coo-ooo'
Of a dove in q cottonwood tree.
When he is asked 70 explain tho reason
Of this instructive friNpdship between him.
self and the birds, Kellogg replies:
1T is love. Anybody who goes into the
woods with the spirit Of love in his heart,
and without the faintest desire for destruc-
ton or for possession, can make friends
with the birds, II he IL moderately tactful