THE RED-WINGED BLACKBIRD. 



Cowbirds make common cause with Redwings in the northern migrations; 

 but the last named preponderate, and it is they who are must vivacious, most 

 resplendent, and must nearly musical. The Redwing's mellow kongqueree 

 or occasional tipsy whoop-er-way-up is the life of the party. 



Almost before we know it, our friends, to the number of a dozen pairs or 

 more, have taken up their residence in a cat-tail swamp — nowhere else, if you 

 please, unless driven to it — and here in early May a dozen baskets of matchless 

 weave are swung or lodged midway of the growing plants. Your distant 

 approach is commented upon from the tops of bordering willows by keyrings 

 and other notes. At close range the lordly male, he of the brilliant epaulets and 

 proper military swagger, shakes out his tine clothes and says Kongqueree, 

 in a voice in which anxiety is quite outweighed by vanity and proffered good 

 fellowship withal. But if you push roughly through the outlying sedges, 

 anxiety obtains the mastery. The alarm is sounded. There i> a hubbub in the 

 marsh. Bustling, frowsy females appear, and scold you roundly. The lazy 

 gallants are all fathers now, and they join direful threats to courteous expostu- 

 lations, as they flutter wildly around the intruder's head. To the mischevious 

 boy the chance frequently to call out these frantic attentions is irresistible, 

 even when no harm is intended. 



The third picture is of a cloud of Blackbirds — plain Blackbirds now, male, 

 female, or young, it matters not — bearing down relentlessly upon a field of 

 ripening corn. The terror of the black scourge belonged chiefly to a former 

 day. Besides we will not dilate upon the weaknesses of our friends. 



I have said that the Redwing prefers cat -tails for nesting; but in the 

 vicinity of the larger swamps, or wherever there is danger of high water, they 

 take readily to bushes or even small trees. Second broods, too, are more apt to 

 be reared in elevated situations. 



The local attachment of Redwings is quite marked, and indeed sometimes 

 almosl pathetic. I once visited the region of a famous swamp, the "Goose 

 Pond," in Pickaway County, only to find that the misdirected energies of the 

 local Hans had drained off the water some two years before, leaving the 

 "ancient bottom of unfathomable ooze" as dry as tinder. Of course the drain- 

 age of the swamp had involved the total destruction of its charasteristic 

 vegetation. Nevertheless a few pairs of Redwings lingered about the scene of 

 their former happiness — their birthplace, no doubt, but now a dessicated waste 

 — quite unable to grasp the meaning of the changed conditions. 



