Latter April.HAVE run down in my country haunt for a couple of days, and am spending them by the pond. I had already discoverd my kingfisher here (but only onethe mate not here yet.) This fine bright morning, down by the creek, he has come out for a spree, circling, flirting, chirping at a round rate. While I am writing these lines he is disporting himself in scoots and rings over the wider parts of the pond, into whose surface he dashes, once or twice making a loud sousethe spray flying in the sunbeautiful! I see his white and dark-gray plumage and peculiar shape plainly, as he has deignd to come very near me. The noble, graceful bird! Now he is sitting on the limb of an old tree, high up, bending over the waterseems to be looking at me while I memorandize. I almost fancy he knows me. Three days later.My second kingfisher is here with his (or her) mate. I saw the two together flying and whirling around. I had heard, in the distance, what I thought was the clear rasping staccato of the birds several times alreadybut I couldnt be sure the notes came from both until I saw them together. To-day at noon they appeard, but apparently either on business, or for a little limited exercise only. No wild frolic now, full of free fun and motion, up and down for an hour. Doubtless, now they have cares, duties, incubation responsibilities. The frolics are deferrd till summer-close.