DAILY DOINGS 



nest in a low rosebush had been turned upside down by 

 a high wind in the night, and the four precious eggs 

 were lying scattered about on the ground. Luckily 

 they were unbroken; so we righted the rose and tied 

 it up securely, then carefully replaced the eggs under 

 the watchful eye of the anxious mother who im 

 mediately took her place on the nest and in due time 

 the little ones one after another came blithely forth 

 to the joy and pride of the tiny parents. 



June 28. In what lovely curves the humming bird 

 dips as he woos the fair lady of his dreams sitting ap 

 parently oblivious on the trumpet vine close by. 

 Down in a half-circle and up again swings my gay 

 cavalier twenty-five times in succession. Is it a test 

 of endurance, I wonder, or a traditional mode of court 

 ship? My maple is a favorite rendezvous of the hum 

 ming birds; almost any hour one may, by looking 

 closely, perceive a tiny bunch which suddenly resolves 

 itself into a misty whirl of iridescence as the deep cups 

 of the trumpet flower attract him. Another beloved 

 blossom is the old-fashioned bee-balm (Monarda 



