52 JUtnant^ of tftt Evttu 



He is a flycatcher, and depends upon the 

 sun to drive flies and moth-millers from 

 wheir snug beds in cracks and corners so 

 that he can catch them. 



Let's watch him for a few moments. 

 He is perched upon an apple-tree limb, 

 close to the barn, where it is warm and 

 sunny, watching for his quarry. Pres- 

 ently, if he is lucky, he will dart out, 

 make a slight swoop in the air, and snip 

 will go his bill and an unwary fly will be 

 buzzing in his crop. He will then fly 

 back to almost exactly the same spot on 

 the limb that he occupied a moment be- 

 fore and resume his watch. If we should 

 have a long cold snap he would have a 

 sorry time of it, for the flies would return 

 to their sleep, and the Phoebe would have 

 to be a vegetarian for awhile or starve. 



Who is this gay fellow darting and 

 skimming over the brown mowings, as 



