FIRST WEEK] August 215 



ducks are merged into a single long thread. The young 

 bird, calling again and again, spurns the water with feet 

 and wings, finally rising in a slowly ascending arc. Some- 

 where, miles to the southward, another segment approaches 

 touches merges. 



But what of our smaller birds? When the gray days 

 begin to chill we may watch them hopping among the 



YOUNG ROBINS IN THE NEST. 



branches all day in their search for insects a keener 

 search now that so many of the more delicate flies and 

 bugs have fallen chilled to the earth. Toward night the 

 birds become more restless, feed less, wander aimlessly 

 about, but, as we can tell by their chirps, remain near us 

 until night has settled down. Then the irresistible mael- 

 strom of migration instinct draws them upward, up- 



