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is very interesting, indeed it should be followed to a certain 

 extent, but for real personal knowledge and deep interest in bird 

 life, the former plan is much more advantageous. 



By the end of March, then, we have seen the first wave of 

 migration; the winter birds have begun to move, and the vege- 

 table world is well advanced. There will be an interval before 

 the next wave. Then the insect eating birds will come, and then 

 in May the great flood of migration will be upon us with its 

 swarm of warblers, the despair of the beginner, but that is to 

 treated in the next paper. 



Thus it may be seen that one could follow up the spring 

 opening in nature very satisfactorily in this little Haunt alone. 

 Up to the last of March I have seen the following species in 

 the Haunt besides the twenty-six mentioned : Purple Finch, Junco, 

 Tree Swallow, Cedarbird. 



In closing I shall say a little of the natura 1 beauties of the 



Haunt so that in introducing it to the public it may not be 



underrated. It is not "a good place for birds, but a bad place 



for people" as is so often the case. One can see many of 



nature's most famous scenes here, the snow scenes, the winter 



wood, the meadow with its winding brook and the ice covered 



pond. Arising early the beauties of sunrise may be enjoyed, the 



gradual awakening of bird life and the constantly increasing roar 



as the busy city begins another day of toil. And then the sunset, 



the great round sun is just setting, he shines one minute full 



in my face and the next he has dropped behind the horizon. 



Meanwhile the blue of the sky is changing in the west to a 



lighter hue, and as the sun reflects upon the fine, fleecy clouds, 



changing them to the most delicate reddish pink, a color never 



found elsewhere, the west is a wonderful sight. The moon shows 



faintly her daintly crescent, blending its silvery shade with the 



sky. As the sun sinks lower and lower the colors slowly change, 



and the reddish pink becomes pink, whitish pink, and at length 



blends with the deepening blue. All the while night, attracted 



by the sun, advances with equal speed and the east becomes 



darker and darker. The moon brighter, a star appears here, 



another there and the last trace of orange and then of yellow 



disappears from the west, innumerable stars twinkle forth until 



no inch but has its score. The great oaks in the grove cast 



dim shadows in the moonlight, the faint sighing of the evening 



wind, arising with the setting of the sun is heard and it is night 



in the little Haunt. Guy Emerson, 



Associate Member A. O. U. 



