He knows his destination, and makes for it; he follows his nose, so to speak, turning neither to the right nor the left.

The foraging crow continually turns his head, gull-like and harrier-like, from side to side, as if to search the ground thoroughly or to concentrate his vision on some vaguely seen object.
Not only the crow was there: a magpie chattered as I came from the brake, but refused to show himself; and a little later a jay screamed at me, as only a jay can.

There are times when I am intensely in sympathy with the feeling expressed in this ear-splitting sound, inarticulate but human.

It is at the same time warning and execration, the startled solitary's outburst of uncontrolled rage at the abhorred sight of a fellow-being in his woodland haunt.
Small birds were numerous at that spot, as if for them also its wildness and infertility had an attraction.

Tits, warblers, pipits, finches, all were busy ranging from place to place, emitting their various notes now from the tree-tops, then from near the ground; now close at hand, then far off; each change in the height, distance, and position of the singer giving the sound a different character, so that the effect produced was one of infinite variety.