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AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



than the Blue-bird. He is to the bird world what the anemone and blood- 

 root are among early flowers. Meadow Larks kindly turned their warm 

 yellow and black breasts to us. Little March lambs frisked in field and 

 barnyard. One tiny black-legged lambkin leaped high off" his four feet in 

 his gambols, from the pure joy of living. I wonder if it compensates for 

 the inevitable end. The innocence of the young animal world would incline 

 every Nature lover to turn vegetarian. 



April 12, 1902. 

 A ride in the chill wind. Back into the big wood I went, cold, shivering, 

 feeling that I should see nothing. For a little while it seemed that my fears 

 were to be realized, when, suddenly, the wood awoke. The sun came out. 

 The wood was full of Robins. Every limb seemed to bear one. Then, as 

 if by magic, a great flock of Juncos appeared — one by one, two by two, by 

 threes and half dozens, flying northward through the stately wood, and sing- 

 ing their little song on one note. A Kinglet, a White-breasted Nuthatch. 



Shrike on Nest. 



Photo by Jno. M. Schreck. 



