April in Berkeley, 



their way from the south. The grass 

 which covers the bare face of the hills is 

 shimmering green. The flowers are 

 blooming in bountiful profusion. The 

 occasional frosts of the early part of the 

 month have succumbed to the genial 

 warmth of the sun, and the rains have 

 grown less and less frequent. We are 

 at the gates of summer, and as the 

 month draws to a close the birds be- 

 come more and more settled into the 

 routine of domestic life. Courtship, 

 wedded life, the home, the young, the 

 education of offspring and the parting 

 — all in the space of two or three sum- 

 mer months ! Verily the birds, with 

 their intense activity and ardent passions, 

 lead faster lives than we, who watch 

 them, can realize. Thus engaged in the 

 preparations for house building, let us 

 leave them, trusting in another month 

 to arrive at the heart of their domestic 

 tribulations and felicities. 



