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ing the years that have elapsed since 

 its publication, but have never done 

 so, chiefly on account of my thought- 

 lessness and procrastination. 



In this article I credited the Red- 

 eyed Vireo with eating the berries of 

 the Golden Bell (Forsythia viridis- 

 simia) shrub, vs^hen it should have 

 been those of the Spicewood (Ben- 

 zoini sp), which I confused with the 

 former bush at that time, and made 

 the mistake of thoughtlessly using the 

 wrong scientific name. The Golden- 

 bell (Forsythia is a cultivated shrub 

 and is not found growing wild in this 

 part of the country, and I have never 

 seen the Red-eyed Vireo feeding on 

 its fruit. 



Tommy (to his father, an ornitholo- 

 gist with a big collection of mounted 

 birds) — "Pop, have you got any stuff- 

 ed stork like the bird that brought 

 baby Lillie?" 



A foreign fashion plate depicted a 

 woman's hat, a marvel of creation, 

 one of those wide brim "structures" 

 with a thick cluster of ostrich plumes 

 on the low crown, in the center, a 

 very large American Beauty rose, on 

 one side and in front, arranged on a 

 thread or wire, seven small birds as 

 big as sparrows, with the wings part- 

 ly spread out. Surely a creation of 

 art for milady! 



This reminds me that I once saw a 

 hat in a millinery shop window, bear- 

 ing the entire "carcass" of an Ameri- 

 can Bittern, the head and neck wound 

 around the brim and the body covered 

 the crown with the two wings raised 

 up on the sides. 



A Day at Bibijagua Beach. 



Isle of Pines. 



Sunday morning, June 16, a party of 

 nine left Nueva Gerona in Commo- 

 dore Gee's launch "Iris." After run- 

 ning down the Cases river about a 

 mile and a half to the mouth, we turn- 



ed eastward for four or five miles to 

 Bibijagua. Around "Morillo del Dia- 

 bla" (Devil's Isle) were hundreds of 

 Florida Coromorants resting in the 

 water, on the rocks and in the trees. 



As we neared the beach several 

 Cuban White Herons flapped lazily 

 away to join their companions in a 

 lagoon about one hundred yards in- 

 land. Here were found Virginia Rail, 

 Little Blue and Green Herons. Along 

 the beach where there were trees, 

 Cuban Ground Doves, Red-legged 

 Thrushes, Cuban Kingbirds and West 

 Indian Mourning Doves were seen. 



There is a fine beach which reaches 

 for miles, and during the proper sea- 

 son ought to be alive with shore 

 birds. 



On the return trip a shark and 

 school of porpoises were sighted, the 

 latter following the boat for some dis- 

 tance. 



Although none of my trips are made 

 for the sake of recording birds, I al- 

 ways keep an outlook for them and 

 am generally full well repaid for my 

 trouble. A. C. Read, 



Isle of Pines, Cuba. 



Cranes? 



The following clipping from an Indi- 

 anapolis paper refers to the Great 

 Blue Heron, and not to Sandhill 

 Crane; the latter species never nest 

 in trees. — Editor. 



Paradise for Cranes. 



Fifty sandhill cranes have a para- 

 dise for themselves and their young 

 in the tall white oak trees on the 

 farm of Anton Schildmeier near In- 

 dianapolis. The oak grove covers 

 seventy-five acres and the trees are al- 

 most 100 years old, some of them 150 

 feet in height. These birds have come 

 back from the South to their North- 

 ern paradise in the trees, where hang 

 their nests, woven of sticks and 

 weeds, large as a bushel basket. Mr. 



