WHAT I HAVE DONE WITH BIRDS 



join in, and again the whole flock unite in a sweet, inquiring, 

 throaty vocalizing that is music in which I delight. The Brown 

 Thrush chants exquisitely from a thorn opposite ; the Oriole flings 

 golden notes on wing ; and the clear, strong whistle of the Cardi- 

 nal carries beautifully with the water; but the undertones of the 

 Jays are a minor melody which fills in the pauses of these star 

 performers with constant harmony. 



YOUNG JAY 



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