24 AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



back again ! AVas there ever such a nimble chap ? Here's the nicest worm 

 jetl" And upon the reception of his offering, he paused again to repeat 

 a rollicking farewell. Sometime he would stay long enough to display 

 his skill as an acrobat, gliding round, over, under and on top of the little 

 bouse, defying every law of gravitation, pausing midwaj^ in his circuit to 

 sing in an exultant manner. 



One day an English Sparrow darted down and seized a worm from the 

 Wren's bill just before he reached the nest, and with the greatest of impu- 

 dence sat upon a branch close by and calmly devoured it. 



For nearly four weeks the untiring father brought innumerable tidbits to 

 the voluble chatterers within the barrel. One morning they were gone. 

 Will they return next spring? Jack thinks so, for now that the oak is 

 dressed in white in jolace of its summer robe of green, he is busily plan- 

 ing and hammering and next season there will be an up-to-date house with 

 apartments to rent, securely fastened to the tree trunk, and Jenny and 

 Christopher Wren will make glad again the summer hours for us. 



Enigma. 



My 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 is now with us. 



My 2-6-7 is a part of the head. 



My 4-5-3 is a tree. 



My 4-2-1 is a small piece of money. 



My 1-2-6-7 is not far. 



My 7-6-3 is uncooked. 



My 3-6-1 is pale. 



My 4-2 is yourself. 



My 6-4 is yes. 



What is My Name? 



I am dressed in black and white plumage; my back of black bears a broad 

 white stripe down the center. My head is black Math nape of scarlet with a 

 wide white line above and below my eye. My wings are spotted with white 

 and my bellj^ is pure white. I am about 9 1-2 inches in length, and lay 5 

 or 6 white eggs in a hole in a tree. I like the suet which you hung in the 

 tree for me. 



Gleanings. 



The nest of the red-breasted nuthatch. 



The bark at their entrance is coated with fir-balsam or pitch from an 

 inch to three or four inches around the hole. In one instance the pitch ex- 

 tended down for twenty-one inches, and was stuck full of the red breast 

 feathers of the Nuthatches. 



— Davie. 



