BIRDS OF PEASEMARSH 



of songs one is constantly hearing one wonders 

 that the birds can do anything but sing. But 

 they work while they sing. The little Wrens 

 have hunted high and low for the right kind 

 of sticks to carry into their nest boxes. To-day 

 one little Jenny Wren came home with a very 

 long hen's feather and judging by the trium- 

 phant singing of her mate it must have been a 

 rare treasure. Already the Flickers in the hol- 

 low tree have a young family to feed. The 

 appetites of the young Robins are increasing 

 every day, and to fill the little open mouths, the 

 parent birds are diligently hunting in the gar- 

 dens. 



The Warblers are busy going over the trees. 

 Judging by the number of sweet warbling 

 voices one hears the Green and Yellow 

 Warblers are especially numerous, so they 

 must have had a safe flight from their winter 

 quarters far across the Gulf of Mexico. Many 

 other members of the Warbler family have 

 been seen. One day the Black- throated Green 

 Warbler came to the wood-pile, a place which 

 seems to have a great fascination for all the 

 smaller birds. 



A pair of Kingbirds have come recently to 

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