96 Birds of Lakeside and Prairie 



to cover her eggs from the chill air of the morning. The 

 instant his wife was off for home, Mr. Jay darted down into 

 a thicket and at once reappeared with a fat morsel of food 

 with which he struck out like a blue streak for the nest in the 

 oak. He fed Mrs. Jay, and a satisfactory snap-shot photo- 

 graph was taken of the operation. After feeding his wife, the 

 husband looked at her and uttered the one mellifluous note 

 known to the jay language, and Mrs. Jay, womanlike, was 

 mollified. 



