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For several days trees east of the Museum were full of yellow 
t 
and assertive yellow-breasted chat was recorded, and that near 
dlawn entrance. 
If any reader is ero interested in the sparrows, he should 
“get around” in the fall where the yew-trees grow in the Herba- 
eous Garden Me e when the exquisite waxen viscous berries 
are ripe Il the sparrows will be there—all the writer is ac- 
quainted with, and that “never were on si nd.” 
erhaps to say so much is to acknowledge no very intimate 
cquaintance with the tribe; and then again perhaps there are 
other puzzled obs s. At any rate, there are white-throat, 
many others as the visitor may be acquainte with. 
me log- 
wood berries and the nannie berries, and later still, . bitter- 
sweet berries. 
e writer walked up from the Iris Garden entrance in the 
y. Rain h 
late afternoon of a very cloudy spring da ad fallen 
heavily, and there pools of water in ew ssi I 
seemed that nearly every pool had its pair of mallard ducks, 
and they fairly d contentment. “ ta jolly day,” 
they seemed to s ut it was impossible for ir erver 
guesswork. More birds were seen by the writer that day than 
e. 
It is well to mention this lest the reader should get the idea 
that every day Mg a bi nme | is a perfect di There are dis- 
; He as in any other 
line of investigation. 
Finally he came to a score of larger birds in a smaller tree, and 
*It is the bayberry up: hich tt y feeder and not the barberry 
as erroneously pri ii 
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