DAILY DOINGS 



prising spectacle. From Mr. Chapman's list of 

 seventy-four kinds of warblers in America we have 

 counted twenty-five at different times on our place. 



May 9. We witnessed a rare sight today. It was 

 one of those perfectly quiet mornings, the sky slightly 

 overcast; and all unknowing of the treat before us we 

 started down the shore path, a merry party, to walk 

 to the village. Of course the enthusiasts were armed 

 with field glasses, a usual precaution. We had scarcely 

 left our place before we saw an army of the tiny 

 warblers in all the brilliancy of their spring plumage 

 flitting over the ground before us. "The warblers!" 

 we cried softly in concert. Begging those who wished 

 for exercise not to wait for us, we stood still, our 

 glasses glued to our eyes, as, after the disappearance 

 of the merry party, one by one those winged dots of 

 sunset hues drifted daintily back to their feast on the 

 moist earth. If I only knew what it was that they 

 found so much to their liking, I would certainly pro 

 vide it for them each year. To see the magnolia 

 warbler with his bright yellow rump and white-edged 



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