Summer Birds of the Redwoods, 



times, to sun itself on some adjacent 

 fence post. The full plumaged male is 

 golden in color, with a scarlet head and 

 black wings and tail. There is some- 

 thing wonderfully beautiful about this 

 quiet, unassuming bird, so richly en- 

 dowed by nature, and yet so indifferent 

 to its charms as to conceal them in the 

 seclusion of the limitless forest, like 

 some rare shell in the depths of the sea. 

 We have found the robin flocking in 

 the hills about Berkeley during the 

 winter months, but here in the red- 

 woods he finds his summer home. In 

 the shade of the mighty trees he lives a 

 happy, independent life, building his 

 nest of mud and straw to contain those 

 lovely eggs which have given the name 

 to a shade of blue. Hear his loud, 

 free, piping trill from the top of a young 

 redwood tree! Anon he comes to the 

 ground and stands eying us, pausing 

 with head erect and wings slightly 

 drooping. We note his fine, upright 

 bearing, his open-hearted, whole-souled 

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