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New York City, but later in the summer 

 a bird student about six miles from here 

 shot several Starlings and I was fortunate 

 enough to see one. It quite resembled 

 my visitors in the grove and it made me 

 keen to know whether mine were Starlings 

 or not. 



This spring the same birds again re- 

 turned, and in greater numbers. There 

 must have been twelve or fifteen in all. 

 They were still as shy as ever, and I 

 could get no nearer to them. But one 

 day, near June i, I had a pleasant and 

 yet not a pleasant discovery. I was 

 attracted to the tree where for two years 

 my Flicker had built his nest. In the same 

 hole one of these black birds (Starlings) 

 was feeding its young. What a squeaking 

 noise: both parent and young made ! Now 

 I had a splendid chance to identify my bird. 

 Sure enough my glasses told the story. I 

 could see the metallic green and purple 

 plumage, spotted indistinctly with white. 

 Its breast feathers were not smooth, but 

 as it called each stood out on its breast 

 separately. The tail was blunt and its 

 beak fairly long. Just above this place, 



in another tree, was a nest. These were 

 the only trees that were inhabited in the 

 old grove, but I felt very indignant that 

 another pest was added besides the Crow 

 and Sparrow to this charming nesting- 

 site of so many of my bird friends. 



I wish heartily that something might 

 be done to stop the spread of these pests 

 up state. — Gertrude Hoyt, Hobart, N. Y. 



Making Friends with the Golden- 

 winged Warbler 



I am enclosing a picture of a Golden- 

 winged Warbler which may be of interest 

 to the readers of Bird-Lore. 



One day in June, 1918, I discovered a 

 nest of the Golden-wings in a clump of 

 weeds in an open woods near the road. 

 It was somewhat disappointing, however 

 to find that the male would not come near 

 the nest nor attempt to feed the young 

 while my camera was in sight. The female 

 came rather frequently, but she was so 

 excited and cautious that I failed to get 

 her picture. 



The next week I found another Golden- 



A TRUSTFUL GOLDEN-WING 

 Photographed by Clinton E. Kellogg 



