IN “THE MONTH OF JUNE 85 
observant eye. If she had sat still without 
alarm, he might have passed the spot, but 
in her little way she flitted out, entreating 
with anxious chirps that her sweet home 
should not be harmed. Nor did we injure 
her! There. are a great many grown-up 
people who have never seen a wren, and who 
would not know one if they did, nor recognize 
its quick twitter if they heard the sound! 
Jenny (Kittie “is: her) cognemen too) is 
particularly fond of keeping to hedgerows, 
where she has continuous shelter for her tiny 
self. If you find and pursue her, she will 
keep you going for miles, until you will tire 
long before she gives it up. The birds are 
with us all the year. Many pretty country 
legends hang around this little bird, which 1s 
almost the smallest of our English inhabitants, 
though the gold-crested wren is smaller still. 
The woodlands in which this wren’s nest 
was built is a fine place for birds. The trees 
are thick and various, and the river is close 
by ; moreover it is not much frequented by 
that troublesome nest pillager, the country 
