A Glimpse of the Birds of Berkeley. 



bending its head on one side and sud- 

 denly fluttering away with a loud laugh. 

 Another of my canon friends is the 

 wren-tit, a bird which is found only in 

 California, and without a counterpart, 

 so far as I am aware, the world over. 

 He is a friendly little fellow, considerably 

 smaller than a sparrow, but with a long 

 tail, usually held erect in true wren 

 fashion. Its plumage is soft and fluffy 

 and its colors as sober as a monk's, 

 brown above and below, but somewhat 

 paler on the under portions where 

 a tinge of cinnamon appears. The 

 wren-tit is a fearless midget of a bird, 

 hopping about in the tangle of black- 

 berry vines almost within reach of my 

 outstretched hand, but so quiet are 

 its colors and so dense the thickets 

 which it inhabits that the careless eye 

 might well overlook it. The little low 

 chatter which it utters tells us of its 

 presence, and if we wait quietly for a 

 moment it may even favor us with a 

 song — a simple strain like a high- 



