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THE GOLDEN- WINGED WARBLER. 



Vireo, who by the way was born thereabouts, is fiercely assailed by the swag- 

 gering stranger, and retires in confusion. What impudence! you exclaim 

 with rising resentment. But not so fast ! A coy female, smartly dressed, 



if not so bright- 

 ly as her mate, 

 hops up out of 

 a brush pile. 

 T h e adoring 

 lover darts to 

 her side, but 

 she avoids him 

 through a hazel 

 thicket, and he 

 sets off in hot 

 pursuit. Ho, 

 ho! you chuck- 

 le; so that's the 

 secret. Happy 

 fellow ! 



After a 

 merry chase the 

 birds suddenly 

 bethink theni- 

 selves what 

 effect your pres- 

 ence may have 

 upon their fu- 

 ture plans and 

 join in berating 

 you by ener- 

 getic swits. If 

 you are incon- 

 siderate enough 

 to intrude a 

 few days later, 

 you will find 

 the nest where 

 you have found 

 the B 1 u e- 

 wing's, at the 



Morgan County. photo by c 



GOLDEN-WINGED WARBLER AT NEST. 



base of a bush clump, and its five eggs reposing in a rude half-sphere of 

 leaves, bark-strips and grasses. 



