174 Birds of Buzzard's Roost 



many years, a dickcissel has each year from a perch on the 

 telephone wire, persistently sung his "See, See Dick, Dick, 

 Cissel, Cissel." The grandchild rides to and from the station 

 with us. When yet a little "tad" the boy discovered that 

 dickcissel, and year after year since then he is alert to redis- 

 cover it, and when he does, in a most excited way he cries : 

 "Gaga, Gaga, see, Dick Cissel, Dick Cissel !" and don't you 

 know that this makes his grandfather glad! Why? The an- 

 swer is that I believe that a boy who learns to love the birds 

 will never grow to be a bad or vicious man. 



