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same proportions as those of their former home, (5x6x11 inches) 

 but with an eastern exposure on a telephone pole at the rear of the 

 lot. A week of indecision followed and material was carried into 

 each house — but they finally decided on the new location. Two 

 families were reared and ten young swallows came out from this 

 box. These beautiful birds with their delightful twittering warble 

 and wonderful flight gave pleasure to the entire neighborhood. 



On May 3, "Pat" and "Patsy" Yellow Warblers, came back to 

 the lawn. Bunches of cotton were tied on the Forsythia branches 

 and in two days a beautiful white nest was completed among the 

 green leaves, in almost the same spot as the nest of the previous 

 year. This made a fine setting for dear little yellow "Patsy." 

 The nest was about 15 inches from the window of the living room, 

 on a level with the sash, and was viewed many times a day by the 

 family and guests. Three baby warblers left this nest in safety and 

 spent the summer days in the vicinity. 



On May 5 the long hoped for wren arrived. He had a painful 

 seige of indecision between four houses in the neighborhood 

 suitable for a new home. In fact, bubbling with song, he carried 

 material into each of the four boxes. After a week "Jenny Wren" 

 appeared and she very quickly made decision in favor of a shabby 

 little old box, on the back of the house, which was up for its fourth 

 season, in faith that, sooner of later, it would have a tenant. The 

 wrens once settled, there was scarcely a quiet daylight moment. 

 Our appearance on the lawn or in the garden, sent "Jen" to the 

 peach tree near the little home, where he poured out a variety of 

 songs, which were a delight. If a cat came near, Jen gave the 

 alarm note which he knew would bring assistance. When four 

 baby wrens were on the peach tree and the English sparrows began 

 to annoy the babies, "Jen" called loudly for help, and when it 

 arrived, sat fearlessly by, while lumps of dirt flew past him in the 

 direction of the sparrows. This wren family was visited by many 

 admirers and their disappearance on August 15 caused universal 

 regret. 



On May 28 a pair of small birds came to the young elm cree in 

 plain view from my desk window — a moment's watching of attitude 

 suggested that horse hair would be needed right away, if these 

 prospectives were held as tenants. The cover of a hair pillow was 

 hastily ripped and bunches of hair tied to the trunk and branches 

 of the elm. Mrs. Chipping Sparrow found the proffered material 



