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and went to look for other birds. I have seen them a number of times since 

 come to that same tree, and we call it the "Black and White Warbler 

 Tree." — Albert Fearing, (Age 13 years), Dorchester, Mass. 



FINDING BIRDS' NESTS 



I live in Gilbert, Minn., and am the president of the Gilbert Audubon 

 Society. I am very much interested in birds and would like to tell you about 

 my vacation last summer and what I have seen of birds. 



Last summer, around the 4th of July, our family went out to Vermillion 

 Lake on an island. Right near our camp, in the bushes, was a nest with three 

 little Robin's eggs in it. I felt them and they were warm. I did not want to 

 frighten the poor mother Robin, for fear she might leave her little ones. 



Another day we went on the other side of the island to fish. As we were 

 crossing, my brother found another bird's nest. This one was a Swallow's 

 nest, with three little baby birds in it. I kept away from the nest so the mother 

 wouldn't stay away from it. 



I had further adventures with birds, too. After a few days we went home. 

 In Gilbert, near the house where I live, is a forest which my sister and I call 

 the 'Gilbert Park.' Therel spend most of my vacation; I try to find birds' nests 

 and other things, which I like to do very much. — Genevieve Brown, (Age 

 10 years), Gilbert, Minn. 



EAVE SWALLOWS NESTING ON A PAINTED BUILDING 



On a little church, painted white, in this town there were, by actual count, 

 nearly fifty nests of Eave Swallows. They also built in the eaves of a hall 

 opposite, and this, too, was painted. — Isabel Blake, Boston, Mass. 



[The question of how frequently these Swallows nest on painted structures was 

 raised in the December Bird-Lore, pages 447-8. 'Eave Swallow' and 'Cliff Swallow' 

 are two names for the same bird. What is probably the correct solution of the problem 

 will be found in an article by William Goodsell under 'Notes from Field and Study' in 

 the present number of Bird-Lore. — J. T. N.j 



A LIST OF VIRGINIA BIRDS 



Last year I organized in my grade — as I have done for a number of years — 

 a Junior Audubon Class. Among the members was a boy of ten, Joseph Jones. 

 I soon learned that he was a close observer of birds and deeply interested in 

 them. 



Joe is not my pupil this season, but our common interest in birds has natu- 

 rally brought us into touch with each other more than once this fall. Several 

 days ago he handed me a notebook which he has been keeping during the 

 year 1918. 



