178 Bird -Lore 



supplies. An attractive exercise is to let a class or several classes illustrate the principal 

 trees of the locality, showing branches, some of which will be in flower, and a group of 

 other pupils illustrate the birds which nest in the respective trees. A chart representing 

 a tree census of the neighborhood would make an excellent background for the pupils 

 as they stand on the stage and exhibit and name the trees. — A. H. W.] 



FOR AND FROM ADULT AND YOUNG 

 OBSERVERS 



[Note. — The Editor of the School Department desires to assure its readers that con- 

 tributions are not delayed in publication without reason. In order to combine articles 

 in as helpful a form as possible, or to include a certain number of articles and cuts in a 

 certain space, it becomes necessary to hold matter over. In this section the emphasis is 

 upon migration, late -winter experiences, and school-room methods]. 



THE BLUEBIRD 



Hark ! and look 



Just over the brook, 

 What is it I hear 



In March's wind so drear? 

 Is it not my friend 



The Bluebird I hear 

 Singing his spring song 



So soft and clear? 

 — Paul Volkman (Age 12 years), Naperville, III. 



THE LURE OF THE FEATHERED SONGSTERS 



Many people beheve that birds may be studied only in summer. They 

 class quick, merry chirps or sweet prolonged notes with balmy May days or 

 bright June days. These people only study and enjoy birds halfway, for is 

 not this world still inhabited with feathered songsters during the six months 

 of autumn and winter? 



It is easier to study birds in winter, that stay all the year, as they cannot 

 be confused with April migrants. 



March 3, 1917, was a brisk, wintry day, with just enough snow on the 

 ground to remind one of Christmas. Not many people would venture into the 

 depths of snow-covered birdland, but, instead, went to pleasure-houses. 

 They were unaware that the world's most lovely pleasure-ground lay open 

 to them, and that they were even invited to this land that morning as the sun 

 rose. Who invited them? The black-winged Crow told of the world's beauty 

 by his lusty cawing. 



A party of three, including an instructor, was lured into this land of ever- 

 lasting beauty and joy. 



