98 EVERYDAY BIRDS 
to drop out of the procession in my immediate 
neighborhood. One of them I can hear singing 
at this very moment. He and his wife spent the 
winter in Mexico, as well as I can determine, and 
have been back with us since the 11th of May. 
They have pitched their tent for the summer in 
the top of a tall elm directly in front of my door, 
and just now are much occupied with household 
eares. The little husband (Vireo gilvus he is 
called in the official programme, but I have heard 
him spoken of, not inappropriately, as the war- 
bling vireo) takes upon himself his full share of 
the family drudgery, and it is very pretty indeed 
to see him sitting in the tent and singing at his 
work. He sets us all, as I think, an excellent 
example. 
