They must be able to brave snowstorms, however, at the latter end of the cold season; for sometimes, when they begin to lay in early April, winter changes its mind and comes back to give them a snow blanket." "You said that they are dancing birds," said Dodo.

"When do they dance ?" "They dance in the sky in spring and summer!" cried Rap, unable to keep still any longer.

"I saw a pair of them doing it this year, when I was out with the miller, looking for his colt that had strayed into the big woods beyond the pond.

He said he knew there must be a Woodcock about, because he saw the little round holes in the mud, where they had been boring for earthworms, and that is the way he knows where to find them in the fall when he wants to go hunting." "Yes, but how did they dance ?" persisted Dodo.
[Illustration: American Woodcock.] "Oh! like crazy things with wings! First one ran around a little and whistled; then one jumped right off into the air, making a whirring with his wings until he was way up out of sight, and then after a little while he came pitching down zig-zag, like a kite that has lost its tail, whistling something like the way a Swallow twitters, and making a queer twanging noise.

The other one stayed on the ground and jigged about all the time.