The young ones lift up a feather as a child would a doll, and invite others to do the same, in play.

So, too, with another pair.

The cock skips from side to side with a feather in his bill, and the hen is pleased: nature is full of enjoyment.

Near Kasanganga's I saw boys shooting locusts that settled on the ground with little bows and arrows.
Cock Whydah bird died in the night.

The brood came and chirruped to it for food, and tried to make it feed them, as if not knowing death! A wagtail dam refused its young a caterpillar till it had been killed--she ran away from it, but then gave it when ready to be swallowed.