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I searched a few minutes for its nest, but 

 none could be found. 



The Redstart seems to be the most com- 

 mon of our Warblers, and larg-e numbers of 

 them are seen during- the entire summer. 

 They are of a retiring- disposition, however 

 and love to frequent cool, shady woods, and 

 moist lowlands, where the under-brush is 

 thickest. 



Robins, Blubirds and Brown Thrashers 

 could be seen on every hand; while overhead 

 the Chimney Swifts twittered g-aily as they 

 circled round in pursuit of their insect prey. 

 What a morning- it was. The very air was 

 laden with the scent of wild flowers and the 

 music of the birds. Seating- myself under a 

 shady tree, I ate my lunch, and after a few 

 moments rest I continued my journey. 



Another merry little fellow that I saw 

 perched on a wire was a Black-throated Bunt- 

 ing-. This one had a nest in a small clover 

 field not far from where he sat serenading-, 

 which contained four lig-ht blue eg-g-s, re- 

 sembling-, somewhat, those of the Bluebird, 

 but a trifle larg-er. The nest was a very 

 pretty one, and caused me to pause and ad- 

 just my photog-raphing- apparatus and take a 

 picture of it. 



