Tweet pipes the robin as the cat creeps bye, her nestling young that in the elderns lie and the the bluecap tootles in its glee. Picking the flies from blossomed apple tree. And pink the chaffinch cries its well known strain; Urging its mate to utter pink again, while in a quiet mood hedgsparrows trie; An inward stir of shadowed melody while on the rotten tree the firetail mourns and chops the grain to stop the gap close bye. The hole where her blue eggs in safety lie of every thing that stirs she dreamed wrong, and pipes her 'tweet tut' fears the whole day long...

What a families the Redstart is...