THE PERCHING Birps. 119 
I am very sure that Traill’s flycatcher does occa- 
sionally linger in New Jersey, and the other, the 
least flycatcher, is not uncommon. There are no 
birds that give to our quiet woods a greater charm 
than these little flycatchers. The right royal song- 
sters generally seek the edges of woodland, or con- 
tent themselves with thickets, the river’s banks, or 
even the open field. The high, dry, open woods are 
so apt to be deserted in summer that we have a feel- 
ing of loneliness when in them; but if, happily, an 
Acadian flycatcher wanders your way, you have ex- 
cellent company. He offers no music and performs 
no acrobatic feats ; is neither philosopher nor fool ; but 
what we all enjoy more than either, a right royal 
good fellow. 
Following in the order given by Ridgway, but a 
wonderfully different bird, is the beautiful Horned 
Lark. We have been considering birds of the trees 
and of the air, and are now brought to the ground, 
for these larks are either on the grassy fields or in 
the air, going from one field to another. Unless, 
therefore, seen in flight, it is quite possible to pass 
them by, for they not only are not shy, but if busy 
feeding prefer to squat rather than expose themselves 
by taking wing. 
The horned lark of the Atlantic seaboard is the 
lark, and the eleven varieties scattered in the West 
are only varieties, with a little more or less tone in 
the color of the feathers to give joy to museum 
students and confuse those who like the live bird in 
the home of its own choice. Our horned larks, then, 
spend their summers in Newfoundland and Labrador, 
