70 IN BIRD LAND. 
same season of different years. I shall give it 
almost verbatim as first published, hoping the 
rather “free and easy’ style will be generously 
overlooked by critical readers. 
Every spring and autumn for many years I have 
been watching the parade ; not a parade of soldiers, 
or of civic orders, or even of a menagerie ; but one 
of far more interest to the naturalist,—the pro- 
cession of the army in feathers. A wonderful cor- 
tége it is, this army in bright array; and every time 
you witness it, you add something new to your 
knowledge of bird life. The last spring has been no 
exception, although, when the pageant began, I 
wondered if I should see any new birds or hear any 
new songs, and even felt a little doubtful about it. 
But quite early a new bird was added to my list. 
It was the blue-winged warbler, which carries about 
a scientific name big enough to break its dainty 
back. Just think of calling a tiny bird /e/mintho- 
Phila pinus! But happily it does not know its own 
name, and, like some of my readers, would not be 
able to pronounce it if it did, and therefore no 
serious harm is‘done. ‘This bird may be known by 
the bright olive-green of its back, the pale blue of 
its wings, the pure yellow of its under parts, and the 
narrow black line running back through its eye. It 
seemed to be quite wary, yet I got near enough to 
see it catch insects on the wing like a wood-pewee, 
as well as pick them from the leaves of the trees. 
The bird student must sometimes let problems go 
