THE GOLDEN-WINGED WARBLER. 
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Vireo, who by the way was born thereabouts, is fiercely assailed by the swag- 
gering stranger, and retires in confusion. What impudence! you exclaim 
with rising resentment. But not so fast! A coy female, smartly dressed, 
Taken in Morgan County. Photo by C. H. Morris. 
GOLDEN-WINGED WARBLER AT NEST. 
if not so bright- 
ly as her mate, 
hops up out of 
a brush pile. 
The adoring 
lover darts to 
her side, but 
she avoids him 
through a hazel 
thicket, and he 
sets off in hot 
pursuit. Ho, 
ho! you chuck- 
le; so that’s the 
secret. Happy 
fellow! 
ATUCR Bl 
merry chase the 
birds suddenly 
bethink — them- 
selyes what 
effect your pres- 
ence may have 
upon their fu- 
ture plans and 
join in berating 
vou by ener- 
getic scits. It 
you are incon- 
siderate enough 
to intrude a 
few days later, 
you will find 
the nest where 
you have found 
the Blue- 
wing's, at the 
base of a bush clump, and its five eggs reposing in a rude half-sphere of 
leaves, bark-strips and grasses. 
