THE WESTERN GOLDEN-CROWNED KINGLET. 263 
“GOOD things come done up in small packages,” my college chum used 
to say (speaking, of course, of la femme petite), and that was before he knew 
the Golden-crowned Kinglet. Indeed, it is surprising how few people do 
know this amiable little monarch; and yet, I suppose, he is by all odds the most 
abundant bird in Washington. ‘To one who seeks the honor of his acquaint- 
ance, he proves a most delightful friend; but he has his little modesties and 
reserves, becoming to a potentate, so that a thousand of him would never be 
“common,” nor pall upon the senses. 
Kinglets go in troupes, family parties, which keep a little to themselves 
ordinarily; 
altho Chick- 
adees and 
Nuthatches, 
OG even 
Creepers 
and Wrens, 
are welcome 
messmates, 
in the friend - 
ly winter 
time. Ever- 
green trees, 
exclusively, 
are frequent- 
cia exce pit 
during = mi- 
grations up- 
on the East- 
side where 
the favorite 
cover is lacking, and the real abundance of the birds at all seasons is coex- 
tensive with that of the Douglas Spruce (Pseudotsuga douglas). With 
tireless energy they search both bark and branches for insects’ eggs and larve 
scarce visible to the human eye. ‘They peer about incessantly, bending and 
darting and twisting and squirming, now hanging head downward, if need be, 
now fluttering prettily against the under side of the branch above; but always 
on the go, until frequently one despairs of catching fair sight of the crown 
for the necessary fraction of a second. Of course it’s a Golden-crown; but, 
then, we want to see it. 
And all the time Cutikins is carrying on an amiable conversation with his 
Taken in Rainier National Park. 
From a Photograph Copyright, 1908, by W. L. Dawson. 
THE UNVEILING. 
A FAVORITE HAUNT OF THE KINGLET. 
