DAILY DOINGS 



dropped down to earth, there beside the path! what 

 bird is that? Can it be the rare cerulean warbler? 

 None other. To my surprise I discover later that it 

 nests not far from here at Lake Koshkonung. Butler 

 says that this warbler "is seldom found nearer the 

 ground than twenty feet, ranging from this height to 

 the tops of the tallest trees." Now why, on the edge 

 of deep woods did this multitude of tree-loving birds 

 stay cheerfully upon the ground for over an hour busily 

 helping themselves to all manner of unknown delicacies 

 and voicing their happiness in countless trills and 

 carols? The myrtle warblers are old friends, and the 

 yellow warblers are with us in flocks all summer, so 

 little heed was paid to them; the redstart too is one of 

 our intimates; but the Maryland yellowthroat with 

 his black mask visits us only on these semiannual oc- 

 casions on his way to the neighboring swamps to nest 

 or to join his companions for the fall migration. 



A large bird new to us seemed to be accepted on 

 terms of equality in this wandering company, a bird 

 as big as a junco, with his white outer tail feathers, 



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