The Wilderness 



his form in beauty. For he is, indeed, a beautiful bird, with his olive 

 green back, creamy breast streaked with black, and bright red eye and 

 bill. He is big enough, too, to show up in the landscape, and towards 

 the end of his stay, when the cedar is nearly leafless, he makes a lovely 

 note of colour on the bare branches against the blue sky. 



The beautiful green Oriole 



But he has rivals in the wilderness many rivals, both in voice and 

 appearance. I am not sure that the blue jays are not more lovely to 

 look at. Their silvery bodies and black faces are not so gay, of course, 

 but they are slim and slender, and they float through the tree-tops 

 with wonderful grace. They come in flocks to the wilderness during 

 the winter, and it is a joy to watch them swaying in the tree-tops, 



