in Auburn during the winter of 1919 and again in 1920. An 

 American three toed woodpecker was at North Auburn in 

 January 1919. In the same section was a blue grosbeak a few 

 days in the summer of 1919, also a redheaded woodpecker in 

 May 1917 and 1920. 



Mourning doves have been seen a few times in the 

 country in the Spring and Summer, but in the winter 

 of 1920 one came several times near houses in 

 Auburn. A Canada jay was on East Avenue one 

 day in January 1919. The orchard oriole has been 

 reported several times and one spring a lady who had 

 lived where they are common identified one. I have felt that 

 some of the reports were not reliable. The only authentic 

 report of a mocking bird is several years ago when one 

 was about Prof. Stanton's house in the winter. About 

 twenty years ago a Philadelphia vireo was found nesting by 

 one of our members near Farwell's bog. The Stan- 

 ton Bird Club hopes that the increasing interest in birds will 

 mean that they will come more and more into the city. A 

 robin sang so long in an elm tree in Union Square that we 

 thought he might decide to nest, but he finally left. Every 

 day as I walk down Main Street I hear bird songs as far as 

 Hospital Square and no doubt this is true of all the streets 

 and the Lewiston park which is in the heart of the city. 



While the birds return to the same places at approxi- 

 mately the same time each year, as the years go by there are 

 changes. Some birds that nested here twenty years ago are 

 farther away as the crested flycatcher and pileated wood- 

 pecker due to the cutting off of woods. When I began my 

 study of birds in 1898 and 1899 there were no meadowlarks or 

 house wrens. Now they are plentiful. Eight years ago bay- 

 breasted warblers and indigo buntings were scarce. Star- 

 lings we are sorry to say are coming to this locality. The 

 evening grosbeak, with the exception of the winter of 1889- 

 90 when one was seen, did not come till 1913. Since then 

 they have appeared in flocks nearly every winter. Last 

 season none were reported. 



The seasons come and go and when I hear the last 

 bird notes in late summer or autumn I begin to look forward 

 to that "primrose dawn" in March when I can say with Kath- 

 erine Lee Bates 



Sweet, sweet, O sweet 



And tender, tender. 



The bluebirds shall wake the happy earth 



With song! 



CARRIE ELLA MILLER 

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