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The following may interest some Bird-Lore readers. It is about Robins. 

 Friday morning, June 12, about eight o'clock, I was walking down my yard and 

 I noticed a Robin tugging at a worm. I watched it for about five minutes. It 

 would try for the worm then stop and look around, then pick at something 

 else. After a few minutes it got the worm and flew to a nearby fence. Then it 

 walked along the fence looking around several times until it got within five or 

 six feet of me. It then flew to the ground, walked over with the worm to where 

 it had been at first, and looked at the thing which it was biting at, and then 

 flew off. After it was gone I went to see what it was that it was looking so queer 

 at and it was a dor bug (?). 



Sunday, June 14, when I was coming home from church I heard a queer 

 sound and I saw two Purple Crackles being chased by a Robin and they 

 suddenly lit on an electric wire. One of the Crackles had a worm in its mouth 

 that it had stolen from the Robin. When the Robin came and lit on the wire 

 the Crackles flew oflf and the Robin just watched them. — Frank B. Welling- 

 ton, Medford, Mass. 



[The actions of all birds are interesting, none more so than those of our common 

 birds. The Robin is a good bird on which to practise continued observation. Its notes, 

 plumage, feeding-habits, nesting-habits, and actions are sufficiently varied to furnish 

 instruction even to experienced students. On the morning of April 6 the writer saw a 

 Blue Jay uttering sweet notes suggestive of the Catbird. — .\. H. W.j 



THE BLUE JAY 



Oh Blue Jay up in the maple tree 



Will you sing a song for me? 



Oh you pretty little Blue Jay, 



That comes in the month of May. 



Oh Blue Jay so loving and true, 



With your own sweet color of blue; 



For you have the sweetest breast, 



And four little eggs in your cozy nest. 



Oh come and sing a song for me 



Bright Blue Jay in the maple tree. 



— Margaret Ward (Age 9 years), Grand Rapids, Mich. 



THE WAY BIRDS BUILD THEIR NESTS 



One day as I was on the piazza I saw a bit of straw in the corner of the roof 

 of the porch. I looked and looked until I saw a Robin come. It is a beautiful 

 bird. Its crimson breast is magnificent. It is a graceful bird. It was bringing 

 bits of straw, mud, hair, and feathers. 



