Two Vireos and Some Friends 



stray sunbeam sift through the branches 

 somewhere and actually strike the brilliant 

 ruby of the lovely eyes of the last named 

 of the three and set them all aglow like fire. 



Nor, finally, must we forget an additional 

 member of this clan — the Yellow-throated. 

 He also resembles the rest except for the 

 bright sulphur hue of chin and throat and 

 his peculiar song of two quick notes whistled 

 at intervals. 



Not more than a mile from the Warbling 

 Vireos' nest I once came upon the only 

 Bobolinks I ever saw in this particular 

 part of the country. They appeared in 

 quite a flock on several old cherry trees 

 in the midst of a meadow, and were giving 

 vent to all the indescribable musical noise 

 and chatter for which they are famous. 



Moreover, it was early in May and they 

 were arrayed in their new spring vestments 

 — glistening black and white with a dull 

 buff cap far down on the back of the head. 

 For, be it remembered, the BoboHnk, hke 

 some others, changes his garb with the 

 seasons. And his name, too, by the way. 

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