HARBINGERS OF SUMMER 



strong, woven of slender selected twigs 

 and tendrils, a delicate cup, just big enough 

 to hold the three or four eggs of tender 

 blue with their rufous-brown markings, 

 and the olive-green mother bird. The 

 tanager's life is as open as the day, and 

 as he watches southward from his pine 

 tree top you may well mark the coming of 

 summer by the beginning of that nest well 

 out on a lower pine bough. 



And if you are not fortunate enough to 

 have a tanager in your pine grove you 

 might well take the time from another 

 bird, as different from the scarlet flame 

 of the tree top as the tanager is from the 

 whip-poor-will; that is the wood pewee. 

 As the whip-poor-will loves the darkness 

 and the tanager the bright sun of the top- 

 most boughs of the grove, so the wood 

 pewee loves the resinous depths of the 

 pines, where in the hot twilight of a sum- 

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