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Phebe; 6, Towhee; 7, Jay; 8, Bob White; 9, Bobolink; 10, Flicker; 

 11, Cuckoo; 12, Chat; 13, Vireo; 14, Nighthawk; 15, Thrush. 



ROLL OF HONOR:— Edgar Easton, Age 7, Charleston, 111.; Chas. 

 H. Rogers, Brandon, Vt.; Stafford A. Francis, Age 14, Exeter, N. H.; 

 Hubert Dodds, Charleston, 111. 



JENNIE WREN, 



A little brown mite is Jenny Wren, 



Who once, never thought of rest. 

 But busily worked from morn till night. 



When lo! A beautiful nest. 



Six tiny eggs it held one day. 



As pretty as they could be. 

 They were the pride of Jenny Wren, 



And a happy bird was she. 



In a short time six baby wrens 



Were occupants of the nest, 

 And the mother bird thought that they 



Were better than all the rest. 



The little wrens with feathers fine. 



One morning late in May 

 Heard the call that the father bird gave. 



Then all of them flew away. 



Claude A. Barr, St. Louis, Mo. 



DAISY. 



On a bright May morning when everything was its brightest and the 

 grove rang with the voices of many birds, a dear little yellow bird lit 

 under our kitchen window. He was not timid in the least, for he kept 

 screeching for dinner while we had our faces near the window watch- 

 ing him, as he was a stranger in our grove. By the identification chart 

 in the May number of the American Ornithology we found him to be 

 the Yellow Warbler. In the evening he and his mate came back to 

 visit us. Now and then they would fly against the window trying hard 

 to catch the millers that fluttered upon the inside of the pane. We 

 placed freshly killed millers upon the outside window sill which they 

 willingly took. 



A day does not pass but our little bird "Daisy" as we named her, 

 comes to our window and takes the millers she finds waiting for her. 

 In a plum tree a rod from the house, these little friends built their 



