THE BLUEBIRD 



glanced where she had been sitting in time to see her indifferently 

 flying away. He swore undeniably, jerking his head until the 

 material he carried scattered a yard as he angrily threw it down. 

 He sat looking after her for some time, chirping forcefully, then 

 shrugged his shoulders, a bird shrug, and slowly followed. I 

 think a Goldfinch has more pure fun out of life in one hour than a 

 Bluebird has in a lifetime. But a Goldfinch comes late, nests 

 once, and is almost never molested, being the dainty idol of 

 birdland. The Bluebirds have arrived at the Cabin in Febru- 

 ary. They breast cold, ice and storm, spring gale and down- 

 pour, frequently lose their nests and young, and are often engaged 

 in bringing up two and even three broods to the season, so that 

 my contention that they are serious birds is well founded, even 

 admitting their garrulousness, while the minor strain in their 

 song may be the result of these very things. 



YOUNG BLUEBIRD 



