JUNCO 



1892 

 (Elmhurst) 



THE arrival of these flocks of slate 

 colored snow birds is always a sign 

 of approaching winter. They feed on the 

 ground. They utter frequently a low 

 t'sip, t'sip, and sometimes the whole flock 

 will light on the lower branches of a clump 

 of evergreens and keep up a continuous 

 low, sweet, twittering, which is pleasant to 

 hear at a season when there are so few 

 bird notes. 



March, 1894. I watched one sitting 

 quite high in a tree who threw his head 

 back and sang with all his might. His 

 song began quite like a canary's, with 

 some little runs and trills, but did not have 

 the variety or brilliancy of that songster, 

 as he soon relapsed into his customary 

 sweet twittering. 



