136 Bird - Lore 



esting residents of the other lake, during the nesting season. Barn Swallows 

 are rare, and the scarcity of native Sparrows was noted this year. A Wood 

 Duck made her nest in the cavity of a large tree in front of a summer cottage. 

 Every day, for some time, she flew to and from the nest, but, as more people 

 came to occupy the cottage, she finally left the nest. Just how many eggs she 

 laid is not known. Crows are becoming numerous here. — Mrs. C. D. Berlin, 

 Wimbledon North Dakota. 



[The work of this bird-study class is exactly the right kind, and teachers elsewhere 

 would do well to look up one or two accessible places frequented by birds, where they 

 could go with their pupils in small parties, without too great fatigue or expenditure of 

 time. Learn what your particular pari of Nature has to tell you, is an excellent rule to 

 follow. What someone else does in a different locality can never be precisely duplicated. 

 Therefore, discover your own resources, and adopt the methods which can be most 

 practically used with your own pupils. We shall be glad to hear more from North Dakota. 

 —A. H. W.] 



A WALK IN THE WOODS 



I was hunting in the woods one day. I saw an old tree in the woods with a 

 hole in it. I was going to climb up the tree. As I got up a little way it fell 

 over with me. It was rotten. When I looked in the hole I saw three baby 

 owls. They all tumbled out on the ground. Then I was sorry. But I did not 

 know it was going to fall over with me. I set the stump up where the hole was. 

 I put the little owls back into the hole. I fixed the stump up so that the wind 

 would not blow it down. How queer they looked! I hope they grew up to be 

 nice big owls. Herbert Morenz (age 11), Sea Side Ave., Eltingville. 



Once I was walking in the woods with a friend of mine. I saw a squirrel. 

 I went up the tree after it. When I got up to the top of the tree, a mother 

 squirrel ran out. I put my hand down into the hole of the tree. Five or six little 

 flying squirrels came out. They flew to one tree, and when I got up that tree 

 they flew to another tree. In this way they were in seven or eight trees. Two 

 came to the ground, and we caught them. The rest got away. I took the two 

 home and put them into a cage. I fed them all of the nuts that I bought at 

 the store, but they would not eat for me. I left the door open a little bit. One 

 morning I found they had gone. — Edward McCArrERY (age 16), 137 Giffords 

 Lane, Great Kills, N. Y. 



One day I went for a walk into the wood. When I had gone a little way I 

 saw a nest of baby rabbits. The mother ran as fast as a bullet. That was the 

 way I found the nest. I also found a lot of turtle's eggs. I also found a quail's 

 nest. It had six eggs. That winter I saw the quails. They were looking for 

 food. My mother sent me over with chicken corn for them. They did not fly 

 away when I threw them the corn. They ate it in a delicious way. A man 



