At the End of June 



Ovenbird breaks forth close overhead. 

 And here, indeed, is a problem; for not one 

 time out of ten will you be able to get a 

 glimpse of this fellow, despite all the reck- 

 less noise he makes. 



''Teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher, 

 teacher!'' he gushes out once more, the 

 notes increasing in rapidity, volume and 

 impudence to the end, and seeming so 

 close you feel you could stretch out your 

 hand and touch him, if you only knew 

 which way. But find him if you can — with 

 his httle golden crown! 



And as to his nest, it is in a bank some- 

 where, with a roof over it, and is an even 

 harder proposition, so don't try; or, rather, 

 do not be disappointed if you try and fail. 

 For only the patient, expert naturahsts, 

 and not all of them, achieve the high dis- 

 tinction of actually discovering the nest 

 of this bird. 



On my own way back from this patch 

 of woods I met a pair of Tyrant Flycatchers 

 (Kingbirds) still engaged in collecting out 

 of the ''circumambient air'' their evening 



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