In an attempt to obey he began to whistle softly.

A tiny goldfinch in a nest of thistle down and plant fibre in the branching of a bush ten feet above him stuck her head over the brim and inquired, "P'tseet ?" "Pt'see!" answer the Harvester.

That began the duet.

Before the question had been asked and answered a half dozen times a catbird intruded its voice and hearing a reply came through the bushes to investigate.

A wren followed and became very saucy.