Notes from the Indiana Sand Dunes 



in a few days meadow larks were heard, then 

 killdeer, and finally one morning I was awak- 

 ened by the familiar chirps of robins. Once, 

 when I was returning to camp with firewood, 

 I surprised a gray fox trotting directly toward 

 me. He disappeared fleetly over the knoll he 

 had just passed, but a party of crows, which 

 took the matter up, told me very plainly that 

 he was making a detour along the side of the 

 next large dune, and probably observing me 

 the while. 



It was maple sugar time, for the sapsuckers 

 had been at work on every hand. Small holes 

 a quarter of an inch in diameter and of about 

 equal depth were drilled in rings encircling the 

 trees or scattered irregularly from the roots 

 upward. Presently I discovered the "sap- 

 bird" going the rounds of his grove, gathering 

 the sap and also the insects which had collected. 

 Within a few weeks a bright vermillion mold 

 formed where the sap had streamed down the 



