FIRST WEEK] July 177 



the overlapping armour of bluish tiles bursts and the 

 plumage assumes a normal appearance. 



The little black-and-white downy and the flicker are 

 the two woodpeckers which make the Park their home. 

 Both nest in hollows bored out by their strong beaks, but 

 although full of splinters and sawdust, such a habitation 

 is far superior to the sooty chimneys in which the young 

 chimney swifts break from their snow-white eggs and 

 twitter for food. How impatiently they must look up at 

 the blue sky, and one would think that they must long for 



YOUNG OWLS. 



the time when they can spread their sickle-shaped wings 

 and dash about from dawn to dark! Is it not wonderful 

 that one of them should live to grow up when we think of 

 the fragile little cup which is their home? a mosaic of 

 delicate twigs held together only by the sticky saliva of the 

 parent birds. 



A relation of theirs though we should never guess it 



- is sitting upon her tiny air castle high up in an apple 



tree not far away, a ruby-throated hummingbird. If we 



