184 AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



WHAT IS MY NAME? 



1. Kentucky Cardinal. 



2. Pine Grosbeak. 



3. Scarlet Tanager. 



LETTERS FROM FLORIDA, 



Palm Beach, Fla. 

 Dear Joe: — 



As we came down the Indian river I saw a fisherman which made 

 me think of you, for he had on no shoes or stockings, but had waded 

 out into the water caring neither for rain or sunshine, as long as he 

 found fish to fill the great bag which hung in front of him. 



This fisherman wore a brown and gray coat, and was named Brown 

 Pelican. He and his relatives were in the same business all along the 

 water's edge, and seemed to have pretty good luck. There were ever 

 so many Kingfishers too. As the train went rushing by they would 

 sound their rattles, and fly to a new watch tower. The Blue Herons 

 too, were busy, but there seemed a plenty of fish for them all. I won- 

 der if I told you about the Blue Heron which ornamented the steps of 

 a cabin which we passed before we reached Jacksonville. It was an 

 unusually tall bird, and we could not tell from the cars, whether it was 

 stuffed or made of some kind of metal, but Bob said to me "It does 

 look quite natural." Just then, to our surprise, the object turned 

 its head, and stalked off to join the hens and chickens in picking up 

 scraps of food about the yard, looking very much out of place in such 

 surroundings. 



On Lake Worth we saw the Anhingas, or Snake birds which the 

 March American Ornithology told about, and the long thin neck, with 

 its narrow pointed head, did look more like a snake than anything 

 else. 



The Blue Bill Ducks would bob under the water, stay out of sight for 

 quite a long time, then bob up again. No one is allowed to shoot the 

 ducks within certain limits on the lake, and the birds seemed to know 

 just where the danger line was, and would not cross it. 



Before I close I must tell you of one more fisherman with a bald 

 head, which we saw. Really the head of the Bald Eagle is not bald, 

 but is covered with white feathers. 



These in Florida are smaller than those we have in the north, and 

 the eggs are smaller too. One of the boys who was here in January 

 found a nest in a pine tree. It was built of sticks, and bits of turf, 

 and lined with grass; it held two white eggs. Goodbye, 



Your sister, Ruth. 



