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us that it was really a Canary. It was with us several times in April, and then 

 we saw it no more. 



Inquiry in the neighborhood has given us this story. A female Canary made 

 a nest, in the summer of 1914, on a low branch of a tree on Orchard Ave., in 

 which she laid three eggs and sat upon them, but they never hatched. The 

 gardener of one of the houses caught the bird in a trap and kept it in his barn 

 for a while, but, as he was unable to find anyone who wanted it, he set it 

 free again. He often saw it flying around with a Sparrow, through the winter. 

 A lady living on the same street noticed it, and put seeds where they would 

 attract it. She left a window open, and the Canary spent the night in her home 

 for several months. This spring another nest was made, and three eggs were 

 laid. It was in an evergreen shrub less than two feet from the ground. One 

 morning it was found that the nest had been torn to pieces, probably by a cat, 

 and the bird was never seen again. No one has any idea where the Canary 

 came from. — Lucy H. Upton, Providence, R. I., June 23, 1915. 



[The writer had the good fortune to be told of the appearance of a strange bird 

 in company with English Sparrows, and twice saw the Canary at close range. It was 

 also identified by a third observer, so there seems to be no doubt that this particular 

 Canary survived a rather mild winter in the open, seeking company with the ubiquitous 

 Sparrows. Perhaps more interesting than its survival outdoors is the fact of its nest- 

 building without a mate, a striking instance of the power of instinct. — A. H. W.] 



FIND AND NAME THE BIRD 



WHO CAN NAME THE 

 BIRD IN THIS PICTURE? 



I am sending this photo- 

 graph of a wild bird which I do 

 not know the name of. I took 

 it with my own Brownie 

 camera, which does not take 

 very large pictures, but I think 

 if you try real hard you can 

 see the bird in the picture. 



A young lady, a girl and 

 myself were out rowing, taking 

 our cameras with us. We went 

 up a Httle opening in the bog, 

 and along between four and 

 five o'clock we noticed a bird 

 in the swamp rushes near the 

 bank. It was a gray bird with 

 yellow feet, and when it flew 

 its feet would hang straight 

 downward. I did not notice 



