A GLIMPSE OF THE BIRDS OF BERKELEY 



S THE seasons come and go, a host of birds 

 tarry within the confines of Berkeley, some 

 to make their nests and rear their broods, 

 others to sojourn for but a brief interval in 

 passing from their summer to their winter 

 haunts, and in the joyful return of spring. 

 They inhabit the spreading branches of the live-oaks, and the 

 open meadows are their home. Hiey dwell in the leafy re- 

 cesses of the canons and haunt the shrubbery of our gardens. 

 It is impossible to understand our birds without knowing 

 something of their surroundings — of the lovely reach of as- 

 cending plain from the bay shore to the rolling slopes of the 

 Berkeley Hills (mountains, our eastern friends call them) ; 

 of the cold, clear streams of water which have cut their way 

 from the hill crests down into the plain, forming lovely canons 

 with great old live-oaks in their lower and more open portions, 

 and sweet-scented laurel or bay trees crowded into their nar- 

 rower and more precipitous parts ; of the great expanse of open 

 hill slopes, green and tender during the months of venter rain, 

 and soft brown and purple when the simmier sun has parched 

 the grass and flowers. These, with cultivated gardens and 

 fields of grain, make the environment of our birds, and here 

 they live their busy lives. 



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