Chapter VIII 



TWO VIREOS AND SOME FRIENDS 



I ONE time watched at different periods 

 of the day for several weeks a pair of 

 Warbling Vireos that settled down for 

 the summer in a large maple tree right on 

 the turnpike road some three miles above 

 my home. 



They had built their beautiful, cup- 

 shaped nest in an overhanging branch some 

 fifteen feet above the highwa}^, and were not 

 disturbed in the least by my ogling them 

 through a field-glass to my heart's content; 

 for the spot is a busy and noisy one in the 

 summer time, with its rural trolley-cars 

 thundering by and people getting off and 

 on, and the birds seemed to have grown 

 entirely unconscious of human affairs, and 

 indifferent to what was transpiring down 

 below their little aerial home. 



While their music is still new to you, 



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