MY WOODLAND INTIMATES 



our red clover into their country, and, for this 

 purpose, imported a large quantity of the Ameri- 

 can seed. A magnificent crop, both of foliage and 

 bloom, was the result, but not a single seed was 

 to be found among the entire blossom yield. 

 This, owing to the fact that the plant was sep- 

 arated from " its inseparable counterpart," the 

 bumble-bee. When the little insect was intro- 

 duced into Australia " the transplanted clover 

 became reconciled to its habitat, and now flour- 

 ishes in fruition as well as bloom." 



There is an orchard oriole father leading his 

 little one from limb to limb of yonder old elm; 

 gathering leaf-destroying insects or larvae on his 

 way and dropping them in the youngster's beak, 

 and withal managing to give us delightful little 

 scraps of song in between the feeding and food- 

 capturing periods. 



There was a wild storm here two days ago 

 during which an orchard oriole nestling perhaps 

 the very little one now before us was torn from 

 the nest and carried beyond grove precincts near- 

 ly as far as our veranda. For some days pre- 

 vious to this I had noticed much orchard-oriole 

 activity around a certain cedar-tree not far from 

 here, and I thought it possible that the baby 



