INDIGO BLUEBIRD 



bushes on each side of the road ; Bob joined in tne search several 

 times, but we never found it. 



This male sang quite as uninterruptedly and even more musi- 

 cally than my male of the Cabin birch. He was there every 

 morning and evening, being so tame that he did not take flight 

 at the passing of car or carriage close beneath him. I told Molly- 

 Cotton about him. For the greater part of that Summer she 

 could take friends to hear his concert and never be disappointed 

 by his failure to sing; while at sunset, if he chanced to turn his 

 gaudy back to the bright light of the ^Yest, the blue became so 

 intense it seemed almost silver, adding a high and lovely colour- 

 note to his performance. In consideration of the tenacity with 

 which he clung to the wire for so many weeks, he must have 

 brought off more than one brood in that location. Combining 

 his seed and insect consumption with his beauty and song, he 

 becomes one of our most precious birds. 



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