Summer Birds of the Redwoods, 



manner. Now he hops with quick, 

 vigorous movements, gives a sudden 

 peck or two in the ground and swiftly 

 flies off to a tree. The young are here 

 in the woodland shade, and their motley 

 coats are a surprise after the trim attire 

 of the parents. The slate of the back 

 is thickly sprinkled with white and their 

 breasts are spotted with dusky. We 

 need not be surprised after seeing them to 

 learn that our robin is a thrush, and that 

 in by-gone days he was marked very much 

 like the other members of his family. 



Three flycatchers nest in the red- 

 woods, and their call-notes may be 

 heard here as well as about Berkeley 

 all summer long. They are the olive- 

 sided flycatcher, the western wood pewee, 

 and the western flycatcher. All are 

 very plainly colored and all cry out 

 some modification of pee wee^ but they 

 do it so differently that their notes 

 are unmistakable. The olive-sided fly- 

 catcher, the largest of the three, calls in 

 a loud, deliberate voice, pee' hew^ a note 

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