IV. 

 MAY BIRDS. 



WORCESTER, May 13, 1887. 



MY DEAR MR. EDITOR, The morn- 

 ing of May-day was bright and spring-like, 

 and should have been signalized, it seemed 

 to me, by the advent of a goodly number of 

 birds, but not a single new song rewarded 

 my usual Sunday walk. The next morn- 

 ing, however, I saw my first brown-thrush 

 flitting about in the thickets by the side of 

 the boulevard west of Elm Park, and he 

 soon broke forth into the old familiar 

 song. Wednesday morning was celebrated 

 by the appearance of the first orioles, 

 yellow-warblers, redstarts, black-and-white 

 creeping-warblers, and least fly-catchers, 

 and on Thursday evening I heard my 



