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ring with his jubilant song. “The Bugler” some one 
has called him, and one thinks of the name whenever 
listening to the song. He is a rather shy bird, creeping 
in and out among the rocks, pausing a moment to eye 
the intruder curiously, tilt his tail, and scurry off again. 
The busy search in every crack of the hard stone for 
possible insects so absorbs him that he has no time to 
speculate on what business the intruder may have there. 
Enough for him if he can place a boulder between him- 
self and observing eyes while he gathers food for his 
mate or his brood. His long bill probes every moss- 
covered crevice and tiny hole, and often you may see 
him jerk a worm out of its hiding place and scramble up 
the cafion wall to his nest with it. A tiny hole is the 
entrance to his nesting site, sometimes under a boulder, 
sometimes far up the face of a cliff. He will fly down 
from it, or rather drop down with closed wings like a 
stone, but [ have never seen him fly all the way up to 
it. Sometimes he ascends bya series of short flights, but 
oftener by hops and fluttering scrambles. He loves those 
bare bleak rocks and sits upon them to sing, rather than 
upon any vegetation there may be, hiding behind them 
or on them, much as the lizards do. 
The only nest of this variety I have ever seen re- 
sembled that of a pewee in material and construction, 
but was much larger and more loosely put together. 
The moss of the outside was fresh and green, in ex- 
quisite contrast with the lining of silver plant-down 
and with the gray stone cliff. In it were five diminu- 
tive Wrens, the brightest, perkiest bird-babies imaginable. 
