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Published by the Society on the first of March, June, September and December 

 Vol. XII SEPTEIHBER, 1910 No. 3 



How a Baby Vireo Came to Have His 

 Picture Taken. 



By Cordelia J. Stanwood. 



On a pasture hillside, next a stretch of fenced woodland, a 

 spring of clear, cool water bubbles up and forms a rivulet, which 

 runs into the shadows of a swamp at the base of the slope and then 

 slakes the thirst of the fields beyond. 



As early in the spring as the buds condescend to shake out 

 their crumpled loveliness, companies of stranger birds camp in the 

 maples, birches and poplars of the hillside, and amid the alders of 

 the swamp. These migrants soon scatter to the neighboring woods, 

 but a few Red-eyed Viroes and Redstarts always remain to build 

 near the spring. 



While drawing water here on the sixteenth day of June (1907), 

 I was saluted by such a merry song that I put down my pitcher, 

 crept through the fence and sat among the dry leaves to listen to 

 the sweet singer, and perchance make his acquaintance. Very 

 soon I was rewarded by catching a glimpse of a Red-eyed Vireo, 

 leisurely singing and feeding among the treetops, as if, to him, life 

 were only joy. Occasionally he descended to the undergrowth 



