9+ AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



MISS LIBERTY AS BIRD KILLER. 



"The electric light in the torch of the Goddess of Liberty Statute on 

 Bedloe's Island in the harbor of New York kills many thousands of birds 

 annually, much in the same way that a lamp does the moths. 



"There have come mornings after a stiff wind had been blowing, when 

 several hundred of the poor little winged victims were picked up dead. 

 There have been as many as twenty-seven varieties found at one time; 

 thus showing that all kinds are at times attracted by glare." 



The birds which were concealed in the account of "Polly's Adventure" 

 last month are as follows: Robin, Martin, Phoebe, Creeper, Shrike, Rail, 

 Blue Bunting, Crane, Dipper, Chimney Swift, Cedar (bird), Duck, Flicker, 

 Plover, Redstart, Swallow, Crow, Bob-white, Eagle, Lark. 



We would like to have our young folks have a finger in the "pi" this 

 month. This printer's "pi" may not appeal to you as mother's pie does, 

 but we rely on you to help us to dispose of it. Can you straighten out 

 the type in this account of a bird in 



A LITTLE "PI?" 



I am a kilcerf. Many of you doubtless have nicknames, but I have 

 over fyto7\ Golden-winged odwo keircp, Yellow-hammer, High Hole, 

 ecukry and clape are some of my common names. You may know me 

 by the black crescent on my streab, the drc band on the back of my adhe, 

 my twhie rump and lohcey wing linings. I have black seekch and doriin 

 black spots on my belly; my back is dolneg-noivrb with black streakings. 

 Unlike other members of my family, I spend much time on the dogrun 

 eating sectins, especiallv nats. My home is in a high hole in an old tree, 

 where I feed my young with softened odof from my own pore. Perhaps 

 you have heard my loud voice in the woods, and the vigorous stttooa, 

 which I beat upon a hollow milb to amuse myself and my mate. 



THE BROWN CREEPER. 



The little Brown Creeper climbs up the tree, 



Not stopping to talk with the Chickadee-dee 

 And clinging on with his dear little feet, 



He looks unexpressibly cunning and sweet, 

 We listen with joy to his cheerful note 

 Coming from such a tiny clear throat. 



Peirce H. Leavitt, age 14, 



Cambridge, Mass. 



