152 IN BIRD LAND. 



A FOUR days' outing along the Ohio River one 

 spring brought me some; "finds" that may be 

 of interest to bird lovers. Everywhere there were 

 the twinkle of wings, the twitter of voices, and the 

 charm of song; indeed, so plentiful were the 

 feathered folk that the title of this article is far 

 less poetical than realistic and descriptive. It was 

 the latter part of May, the time in that latitude 

 when the birds were in full song, at least those 

 which were not too busy with their family cares. 

 Sixty-four species were seen during a stay of four 

 days in the neighborhood. 



Mine host was a farmer whose premises afforded a 

 habitat for numerous birds, there being many trees 

 and bushes in the yard and a large orchard near 

 by. In one of the silver maples a pair of war- 

 bling vireos had built a tiny pendent cradle, as is 

 their wont, set in a bower of shining twigs and 

 green leaves. There it swayed in the zephyrs, rock- 

 ing the birdlings to sleep and filling their dreams 

 with rhythm ; and the lullabies that the happy 



