30 THE AUDUBON BULLETIN 



The love and devotion he bestows 



Upon his mate and the care he shows 



The little ones in serving, 



Is markedly beautiful indeed; 



And should 'gainst criticisms plead 

 For comment more deserving. 



Oh little Shrike, thy strenuous life 



Is strangely mixed with love and strife ; 



Thou hast a nature dual ; 



Both war and peace with thee abide 



Thou "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" 

 Thou art both kind and cruel. 



Two Bird Lovers in a City Block 



We had heard and seen many birds in the early Springtime, 

 for the 'Mister" of the home had installed a bird bath with run- 

 ning water in our back yard and from my window I could see 

 how our feathered friends appreciated it. The Robins, a Hermit 

 and an Olive-backed Thrush, and all the Woodpeckers were daily 

 visitors. A Scarlet Tanager and a Baltimore Oriole had stopped 

 more than a week to take advantage of it. But one morning we 

 spied an Oven-bird, bobbing his head with each step, as he made 

 his way along the edge of the shrubbery, a short distance from 

 the dining room window; then our hearts swelled with joy. 



We had seen the Myrtle Warbler a few days before this, but 

 the very next morning we heard the Red-starts, che-wee, che-wee, 

 che-wee. I had gathered and piled up near the house a lot of 

 brush and as we watched the Redstarts, they seemed especially, 

 happy to have found it. In the week they spent there, we found 

 that they more than any of the migrants were very sociable. 

 The one little fellow would follow me the full length of our lot 

 if I too called che-wee, che-wee,che-wee. I kept a shallow pan 

 of water on the ground near the bird bath and can you imagine 

 how I felt when I saw a Redstart, a Pine Warbler and a Magnolia 

 taking a drink at the same time? 



They all came to call in Farwell Avenue between Clark 

 Street and Ashland Avenue. The other Lover and I would find 

 a quiet place in a neighbor's or our own yard, and in the month 

 of May, in this city block we saw most of the Warblers that 

 pass through Chicago on their way North. 



The Yellow Warbler, the Black -throated Blue, the Chestnut- 

 sided, the Bay-breasted, the Canadian with his lovely necklace, 

 the Black Poll, the soul-satisfying Golden-winged, for whom we 

 had long waited, and the Connecticut all were our colorful 

 guests. The Parula, the Blackburnian, and the Cerulean, we 

 found a short distance away, but we have always felt that they 

 too had stopped to feast in the little "Woods" beside our house 

 though we had missed seeing them there. 



