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along this line of work, I have learned that to obtain a good bird picture, 



requires one to have the patience of Job. 



' I shall enclose a picture of a little Wren and its house, which took me two 



hours before I was able to get it, but when finally I saw the result of my effort, 



I think it was worth all my time and trouble. 

 There is never a bird too small nor too tame to 

 be unworthy of my attention; I love especially 

 the little Wrens. 



I was never so surprised in my life as 

 when a companion and myself took a stroll 

 through a woods, and without any trouble 

 were able to obtain the picture of an Owl, 

 whfch seemingly sat on a tree-stump posing 

 for us. 



I hope that other bird-lovers will direct 

 their interest to bird-photography, as the re- 

 sults, when good, are an everlasting pleasure. 

 — Frieda E. Nolting, Indianapolis, Ind. 



[The contributor does not give the species of the 

 Owl and Wren photographed, but apparently they 

 are the Screech Owl and Bewick's Wren. However, 

 it is better to know a Wren simply as a Wren, and 

 know it well because of its family characteristics 

 than to think you know the difference between a 

 House and Bewick's Wren, without first being able 

 to distinguish the Wren cut of bill, tail and wings, 



form of head, motions and quality of song. Once acquainted with a Wren as a Wren, 



the task of deciding its specific name becomes simplified. — A. H. W.] 



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YOUNG SCREECH OWL 



BIRDS OF THE FAR WEST 

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I have seen a great many birds in this eastern Oregon country — ever so 

 many more than I expected. 



We started on Wednesday afternoon, June 20, and went as far as Hood 

 River that evening. The birds seen that far were about the same as in Port- 

 land. The next morning we got an early start, and motored, on a side trip, to 

 the 'Devil's Punch-Bowl,' a beautiful waterfall in the shape of a punch-bowl, 

 not far from Hood River. It was here that I had the first of my interesting 

 experiences. Near Hood River I saw a kind of Junco that, so far, I have not 

 been able to identify. A little farther along we saw several beautiful speci- 

 mens of the Lewis' Woodpecker. At the 'Devil's Punch-Bowl' in which the 

 water is very swift, we saw a Dipper 'swimming' in and out. I was really a 

 little anxious for its safety in that swift falls, but it seemed not to mind it in 

 the least. 



