The Audubon Societies 



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FOR AND FROM ADULT AND YOUNG 

 OBSERVERS 



VIREO 



Vireo, Vireo, 



Where do you go 

 When the summer's done 

 And the winter's begun? 



Where do you go, 



Vireo, Vireo? 



Vireo, Vireo, 



Where do you go? 

 Do you wander all night, 

 With no shelter in sight? 



Where do you go, 



Vireo, Vireo? 



-Doris E. Fernald (Age lo years), Jackson, N. H. 



IHib FiclLKE MAtvhs HEK LOOK. SMALLER THAN SHE ACTUALLY IS 



A MOTHER NIGHTHAWK AND HER NESTLINGS 



I have spent a great many summer evenings watching the Nighthawks in 

 their erratic flights for insects, and Hstening to their loud nasal peent and the 

 booming sound said to be the rush of air through their wings. When they 

 came down low enough for me to distinguish the large white spot on each 

 wing, their broad wing-spread made them look like such large birds that I 

 often wished I might see them at close range. This last summer of 191 5, my 

 wish was gratified. A friend told me of the nesting-place of the bird, and I 

 quickly availed myself of the opportunity of visiting it. A stranger place 

 could not be imagined for a wild bird's nest. On the ground on some waste 



