THE BEECH WOODS 



sheltered nest to open fields, and from 

 orchard trees to hidden fledgelings in 

 the nest, such an array of hungry 

 mouths to feed is ample proof of the 

 season of work. 



The beech leaves have taken on a 

 deeper hue of green and show a fine 

 gloss. Beneath the thick foliage is a 

 plenitude of cool shade which now is 

 appreciated, since the sun's warmth 

 has increased to Summer heat. Once 

 you enter the door to the south of the 

 woods, the varying bird-notes re-echo 

 among the green arches in continuous 

 rounds of vivacious song, different in 

 variety to that of the birds of the open 

 fields. The bobolink, while hovering 

 above the hay field, literally fills the 

 air with a profusion of liquid notes, so 

 refreshing and beautiful it would seem 

 hard to find a rival songster, yet from 

 a tree-top in the thickest part of the 

 woods comes the song of the veery, run- 

 ning his perfect cadence in rich flute 

 notes. The song-sparrow sings from 

 his fence stake by the roadside, and just 

 inside, the ovenbird at regular inter- 

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