A GOLDEN-CROWNED KINGLET. 



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unusual vigor the fingers and toes of the unprepared 

 residents. 



This morning the sun rises bright from old ocean's 

 bed. The birds in full chorus greet its appearance. 

 Crows call with that peculiar low "kah" character- 

 istic of them here. Blue jays utter their shrill, quer- 

 ulous cry on every side. In the bay tree in the back 

 yard a golden-crowned kinglet, Eegulus satrapa Lich., 



Fig. 12 Golden-crowned Kinglet. 



scolds in a peculiar wheezing tone a scold resem- 

 bling the subdued note of a hen's cackle. It hops as it 

 scolds, here and there, industriously picking mean- 

 while at whatever appears good to eat on the ends of 

 the branches. 



In the old orange orchard I to-day secure several 



