The Audubon Societies 221 



Teal. 



Seton, E. T. — Liv^es of the Hunted, pp. 193-209. 

 Woodpecker. 



Bailey, C. S. — For the Children's Hour. pp. 177-178. 



Bailey, C. S. — For the Story-teller, pp. 181-185. 



Brown, A. F. — Curious Book of Birds, pp. 1-5 and 94-97. 



Eckstorm, F. H. — The Woodpeckers. 



Holbrook, F. — Book of Nature Myths, pp. 15-19. 



Lyman, E. — Story-Telling, pp. 120-122. 



Pearson, T. G. — Stories of Bird Life. pp. 192-215. 



Walker, M. C. — -Bird Legend and Life. pp. 227-229. 

 Wren. 



Brown, A. F. — Curious Book of Birds, pp. 39-44. 



McMurry, L. B. — Classic Stories for the Little Ones. pp. 110-116. 



Walker, M. C. — Bird Legend and Life. pp. 207-211. 



Wilson, G. L. — Myths of the Red Children, pp. 93-94. 



JUNIOR AUDUBON WORK 



For Teachers and Pupils 

 Exercise XXI: Correlated Studies, Drawing and Spelling 



In these months, of all months, the most exuberant in the year, it is hard 

 to stay indoors learning lessons out of books. The air is full of restless creatures, 

 some winged and some without wings. One has only to glance in any direc- 

 tion to see a variety of movement and, wherever one goes, there is a medley 

 of sounds. There are months when the woods are silent and Nature seems 

 frozen into quiescence, but not in May or June. These are months of haste and 

 thrilling energy; there is so much for birds and trees and insects to do before 

 midsummer sets in. 



The first few days of May, to be sure, more especially in the northern part 

 of our country, may appear to lag and falter if cool, backward weather prevails, 

 but it is sure to be May when the great "waves" of migration roll up from th^ 

 South. This spring, for example, in northern Vermont, May opened gloomy 

 with clouds and occasional showers, after a dry, mild April. No apparent 

 influx of bird-hfe could be seen at any one place; still the far-carrying voice 

 of the Hermit Thrush came from the evergreen woodland, the Vesper, Chip- 

 ping, and Song Sparrows were common, the Robin and Bluebird, as well as 

 the Yellow-bellied Sapsucker and Phoebe, were conspicuous — for even dull- 

 colored Phoebe is radiantly fresh at this season. Myrtle Warblers here and 

 there brightened the budding wayside bushes, an occasional Goldfinch in 

 new black-and-yellow garb could be seen, while, joy of joys! the Ruby-crowned 

 Kinglet had arrived, singing its contagious melody of gladness. How such a 

 volume of rippling notes can bubble forth from so tiny a throat must ever 

 remain a mystery. The Siskins had not left, nor the Juncos, and both added 



