Photographed by Jesse L. Smith 



AN INTERVIEW 

 It is July 2, 1918 — in the morning. A Great-crested Flycatcher has arrived at a Packard 

 house which he and his mate are occupying for the season for domestic purposes, and, 

 plunging head and shoulders into the opening, has deposited a reluctant offering where it 

 will temporarily divert a confirmed appetite. Withdrawing his head, he pauses to bestow 

 a side-long glance upon a creature seated on the grass below who does not appear in 

 the picture and who is nervously clutching the bulb end of a long tube. At this moment 

 appears at the portal one of the forward offspring who seems to contemplate the possible 

 advantages of life in the open. Then the shutter clicks. 



