He belongs to the guild of Sky Sweepers.
"But do not try to write anything down while we are driving over this rough road; the surrey jolts too much.

You need only listen now, and Olive will help you with your note-books to-morrow." THE KINGBIRD "How the winged insects must hate a Kingbird, who is a real tyrant over them, and must seem very cruel!" continued the Doctor.

"He sits on a rail or wire, and suddenly--flip, snap! a fly is caught--flip, snap! a wasp dies.

All day long he is waging war, and helping us in our never-ending battle with the bugs.
"If he happens to fancy a rose-bug or juicy ant, he dashes to the leaf or grass-blade on which the insect is crawling, hovers a moment in the air to take aim, and then snatches the bug off.

So clever is he that when he eats bees, as he sometimes does, he seldom takes the honey-makers, but mainly the drones; perhaps he is afraid of being stung." "What is a drone, Uncle Roy ?" asked Dodo.
"A bee which does not work for its living and cannot sting." "The Kingbird is proud of his nest, which he often confides to a maple on the edge of a garden, or to your pet pear tree.