250 GRAY LADY AND THE BIRDS 
“You have very sharp eyes,’’ said her mother, “for you 
saw at once the identifying marks of two birds that were 
new to you. The merry fellow of the flaming crown is 
the Golden-crowned Kinglet, another sturdy winter vis- 
itor, who breeds in the North, and finds our climate quite 
warm enough for him if the food holds out; for he is a tree 
trapper, giving his attention, like the Chickadee, to the 
smaller branches and twigs too slender to bear the weight 
of the heavier tree-trunk birds. 
“His companion is the Myrtle or Yellow-rumped 
Warbler, a hardy cousin of the Redstart and Summer 
Yellowbird that Sarah, perhaps, does not yet know by 
name, though she has doubtless seen them. When you 
have once seen the male bird, you will never forget him, 
because of the four yellow spots. These warblers are great 
insect-eaters, but lacking these, they will eat berries, the 
bayberries being their favourite, and I believe that we 
have to thank the bayberry bushes, in the rocky hill 
pastures hereabouts, for the numbers of the Myrtle 
Warblers that stay all winter, myrtle being a common 
title for the bay, giving them their name.” 
At the garden end of Birdland, just inside the rustic 
gate, a flock of Juncoes or Gray Snowbirds were feeding, 
plump, cheerful, and contented, and giving vent to their 
satisfaction in their pleasant ‘‘tchip, tchip, tchip” call. 
Those who only know one winter bird know the Junco, 
for he belongs to city parks, village yards, and remote 
farms alike, anywhere that a frugal meal of grain or weed 
seeds may be found, with a piazza vine or brush-heap or 
haystack to creep into for shelter. His flesh-pink bill, 
slate-coloured coat, and neat white vest, together with the 
