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got busy again, and in a few days when I made the last trip for the season to the 

 mangroves, new nests were appearing, as it is not unusual for the Kingbirds 

 to raise two broods in a season. As I rounded a point, I saw my last Gray King- 

 bird for the year, perched high on a stub that was nicely set off by fleecy 

 banks of clouds in the sky behind, screaming defiance until I and my canoe 

 had passed far beyond penetration of his voice, then, hovering over the 

 mangroves, he dropped from sight into their soft green arms. 



CLbAR WAXWIXG WITH \UL.\l, 

 Photographed by G. A. Bailey, Genesee, N. Y. 



