Away went the wagtail--flit-flit-flit--down to the pond where the
water-lilies grew, and began running about over them to catch the gnats
that were dancing over the glassy water; and there again he had a
fright, for he saw close to his feet, by the edge of a large leaf, a
green nose, just the shape of the toad's. However, he had presence of
mind to say, "Who are you?"
"Croak," said the green nose, and dived under the water; and then the
wagtail saw that it was a light-green thing, with longer legs than the
toad, and that it swam to the bottom and stopped.
Just then old Ogrebones, the kingfisher, came skimming along like a blue
flash over the pond, and he settled on a twig near his hole in the bank.
"Morning, neighbour," said he to the wagtail. "How are flies this
morning?"
"Scarce, very scarce," said the wagtail. "There was a poacher out on my
place catching the poor things with a machine, which he shot at them.
One of the lowest-looking, rough customers you ever saw. He said his
name was Brown Toad, and quite insulted me about my figure,--an ugly,
pumpkin--shaped, pod-nosed thing."
"Oh! I know him," said the kingfisher; "I often meet his first cousin
down here in the pond when I'm diving. They're a low lot; a
cold-blooded set; but what can you expect from a thing whose eggs are
soft, and left to hatch themselves? Why, they are only tadpoles at
first."
"You don't say so?" said the wagtail, who had not the least idea what a
tadpole was, unless it was the pole the gardener used to pull the weeds
out of the pond with. "You don't say so?"
"O yes!" said Ogrebones; "it's a fact; I tried to eat one once, but
couldn't get on with it at all. You see, I'm an English bird, and not
French, so that I cannot manage frog."
"Of course not; I see," said the wagtail.
But the kingfisher did not stop to hear him out, for all of a sudden he
sprang up, poised himself a moment in the sunny air, and then darted
into the water, from whence he presently emerged, bearing a little
struggling fish in his great beak, and with the sparkling drops of water
running off his back, and leaving his bright glossy blue feathers all
dry, shining, and bright, as though he had only been for a flight
through the air.
"There," said Ogrebones, "I've got him this time, and not without
trying. I've missed this little chap twice over, but when once Mrs K
inside there takes him in hand, he will have no chance; for it will be
eggs and crumb, and frying-pan with him in no time."
So then old Ogrebones disappeared within his hole; Wagtail betook
himself to his nest to relate his morning's experiences to the patient
Mrs Wagtail, who, like many other friends and relatives, was busy
keeping her eggs warm; and so the pond was for the moment vacated by the
birds; but it was not alone for all that, for a pretty place was that
pond, just at the bottom of Greenlawn--a pond rich in life of all kinds;
this was where the blue-eyed forget-me-not was always peeping up at the
passers-by; there grew the yellow water-lily floating amongst its great
dark green leaves, like a golden cup offered by the water fairies for
drinking the clear crystal liquid. The white water-buttercups, too,
glistened over the shallow parts, with such crisp brown water-cresses in
between, as would have made a relish to the bread and butter of a
princess. All round the edges was a waving green fringe of reeds and
rushes--bulrushes with their brown pokery seed-vessels--plaiting rushes
with their tasselled blossoms--and reeds with graceful drooping feathery
plumes waving in the soft summer air. Down in the depths of the pond
glided by the silvery little fish, glistening and bright; while on the
surface skimmed no end of insects: shiny beetles forming patterns on the
water as they dodged in and out, and round and round in their play;
long-legged insects that ran over the water as though it were a hard
road; while darting about in all their metallic brightness and on gauzy
wings flitted the dragon-flies, blue, green, and blue and green--now
settling upon the end of some reed, now careering in mid air, now poised
motionless with wings invisible in their rapid beat, now disturbed by
the buzz of some great humble-bee, and then round and round and up and
down in pursuit of one of their own tribe, till the gauzy wings beat
together and rustled as they came in contact. Butterflies, white,
yellow, blue, orange-spotted, tortoise-shell, peacock-eyed, and laced,
came there to flit over the glassy water, and look within it at their
beauty; and here, too, came the mayflies to dance up and down all the
day, and die when even came. There never was such a pond anywhere else;
for here came the martins and swallows, with their glossy black backs,
to skim and dip and drink the water in their rapid flight; here they
feasted on flies and gnats; and now and then came the squealing, sooty
swift, with his long knife-blade wings, and tiny hand-like feet, to
whisk away some heedless fly. The swallows above all liked the pond,
and used to sit upon the dead branch of the weeping-willow to twitter
and sing after their fashion for half-an-hour together. Old Ogrebones
was the great man of the place; but, in the cool of the evening, out
would come sailing from the midst of the little reed island, and
flicking their round stumpy tails, the moor hens swimming away, to the
great disgust of the white ducks, who said they were only impostors, and
had no business to swim, because they had no webs to their feet, but
only long straggling toes. And what ducks those were! white as snow,
with red legs; and often and often they would put their beaks in the
soft warm white feathers on their backs and sit upon the water for hours
together. All the birds loved the pond, and would fly down of a morning
to have a regular splash and wash; flicking the water about with their
wings, and sending it flashing and sparkling ever so high in the air,
and making the little black tadpoles or pod-noddles go scuffling off
into the deeper water. This was the place that old Boxer loved, and
when he could get a chance he would go and wet his feet, and rustle
about in amongst the reeds, and pretend to go in the water to swim after
the ducks, but always turning back when he got in up to his body.