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Vol. I. 



Boston, March, i< 



No. II. 



For The Yoiin^ Ornitlidlogist. 



OniOLE'S CALL. 



Ill front of my chamber window, 

 In a maple slender and straight, 

 Where an oriole is building and calling to 



its mate. 

 The trees are just unfolding their lea,ves of 



tender green, 

 And in the top-most branches its nest is 



plainly seen. 

 Tliey wake me every morning, just at the 



break of day. 

 And to my sleepy listning ear, these words 



they seem to say : 

 "Kate ! Kate ! you must wait till the leaves 



all grow," 

 And she: "Willie! Willie! hear me." 



So they fly back and forth with a string or 

 a hair 



j Of the great arch of Heaven covers all, 



I But the leaves form a shelter from the sun 



■ and the dew, 



] And that's why our oriole calls, 



j "Kate ! Kate ! you must wait till the leaves 



all grow." 

 And she : "Willie ! Willie ! hear me." 



G. S. 



WLLSOJY'S PLOVER. 



This beautiful and handsome bird is 

 a constant resident with us, at least I 

 nave found them as late as November 

 and as early as February. So 1 am 

 positive that some lew at least remain 

 vvith us all the season. They arestrict- 



.y a sea coast bird, being confined to 

 And in the deep nest they arrange it wdth . ..i \^; ,.■ ^ i i • 



•'^ -^ * I the ::50uth Atlantic, and always laying 



care. 



While the warm sun sliines still, 

 And the clou Is float and sail o'er the brow 



of "snake hill," 

 Yet he sing the same lay i 



on the "shingles" of the beach. I 

 think that there must be some error 

 about their eggs being collected in- 



"Kate ! Kite! yoii must wait till the leaves : ia,;id. Their northern range,, during 

 all grow. : j.j^^ breeding season, according to Stu- 



And I wonder what reason there is for delay I (^gj.^ js Massachusetts; and why they 

 Waen the house is all ready for use, I , , • , i i i ' • , 



Or why the yomig husband will to her say : \ l^^^d inland when they are strictly a 

 "You must wait," and the bright spring- ; sea- coast bird 1 cannot understand. 



tinis lose, I During the month of June, 1*884, i 



Or wliat does she want her Wilhe to hear ; ° j ' -+' 



Of what does she wish to complain, I went on a collecting trip to one ot our 



Tnat she calls her Willie whenever he's near, j ^ga islands and had the good fortune to 

 And his answer is always the same : ,- ■ .1 - i- ■ ^ 1 



"Kate ! Kate ! you must wait till the leaves j ^ncl them breeding in great numbers in 



all grow." ! company with the Least Tern (very 



And she: "Willie! Willie! hear me." L^^^^.^^ i^: ^^^ g^^^^g manner as far as 



Ah ! I see ! They have built at the top of j nest was concerned). The nest is only 



That the soft winds their cradle may rock. ^ slight hollow scooped in the sand, 

 And so far from the ground, no bad boy containing a lew pieces of sea weed, 



may see, 

 For their doors have no key nor lock, 

 And over the nest, no roof, but the blue 



but more generally the bare sand. I 

 jjicked up some eighteen sets in two 



