Among the flutter and chaos of a crowded bird room, one resident stood apart with the quiet dignity of a gentleman in a frock coat. Bearing a shield of rose upon his breast, this Grosbeak possessed the soul of a philosopher and the table manners of a civilized guest. He scorned the vulgar restlessness of the thrushes, preferring to watch the street below like a living panorama. But even a creature of such rigid habit has his eccentricities, ranging from his silent wars over perch height to his terrified standoff with a stuffed owl.