February in Berkeley, 



of the canons. The ground-squirrels 

 emerge from their tunneled retreats to 

 sport in the open fields. Earth and air 

 are pregnant with new life, soon to be 

 born in all the glory and splendor of 

 spring 



It is at such times that we are 

 most forcibly reminded of the unceas- 

 ing change that is ever in progress in 

 nature. Each day brings forth some- 

 thing new, year in and year out. At 

 times the transition is more or less rapid 

 or conspicuous, but it never ceases. 

 Like the waters of the ocean with their 

 perpetual ebb and flow, so all that lives 

 has its periods of rise and fall, and 

 February marks the incoming tide of 

 life. 



During this month the birds of winter 

 are still with us — the robins, the golden- 

 crowned sparrows, the Oregon juncoes, 

 the kinglets, and many others whose 

 acquaintance we have still to make. So 

 also are the resident species which were 

 so abundant in January — the California 



