THE CERULEAN WARBLER. 



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from the new leaves or sallying out into the open for some passing insect, 

 singing in the intervals. The woods which he chooses must be damp under- 

 neath, and the trees tall. Undergrowth is no hindrance, but he seems to pre- 

 fer as little of it as possible. 



His song seems to echo the purpose of his life. Beginning, as it were, 

 clown among the lowly, it gradually but persistently rises, pointing the way 

 upward, disappearing while yet rising toward the heights. He lives where 

 he can reach down and uplift by his presence and a sunny, joyous nature. 

 The song is not pretentious, calling for applause, but rather the expression 

 of an earnest purpose. You will not hear it without close attention. It has 

 been rendered "tse, tse, tse, tse, te-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e," with a strongly rising in- 

 flection throughout. The bird sings while sitting, the head thrown back and 



Taken near Obcrlin. 



Photo by Lynds Jones. 



NEST AND EGGS OF CERULEAN WARBLER. 



PLACED ON HORIZONTAL BRANCH AT HEIGHT OF FORTY FE6T. 



