Oriole, Baltimore. Golden Robin. Firebird. 

 English Robin. Hang-Nest 



Few birds like the hairy caterpillars, but Dr. Fisher 

 has seen the oriole go up before a caterpillar's nest and, 

 after puncturing it with his bill, stand and wait for the 

 caterpillars to come out. As each one appeared he seized 

 it and after sucking the juices of its body threw away 

 the hairy skin covering. 



FLORENCE A. MERBIAM. Birds of Village and Field. 1 



Until too much engrossed with family duties, the beauti- 

 ful birds sing a great deal There is a bright 



vivacious song, an equally hearty scold, a high, shrill 

 whistle, and a richly modulated love song. 



FLORENCE A. MERRIAM. Birds of Village and Field. 1 



How falls it, oriole, thou hast come to fly 



In tropic splendor through our Northern sky? 



At some glad moment, was it Nature's choice 



To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice? 



Or did some orange tulip flaked with black, 



In some forgotten garden, ages back, 



Yearning towards heaven, until its wish was heard, 



Desire unspeakably to be a bird? 



EDGAR FAWCETT. 



How still the air is ! 



There an oriole flew; 

 What a jolly whistle! 



He's a sailor, too. 



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