THE OPEN WINDOW 



he be? Evidently a baby. But to be out at this hour! 

 We finally concluded that it was a Bewick wren as 

 that is the most common species here. When he came 

 against the wall of the room he had a little 

 sharp cry and this same call we now heard outside 

 from some restless relative ; however, none was to be 

 seen. Bringing the old bird cage from the attic we 

 made him comfortable with seeds, crumbs, and water, 

 then put him in the next room where it was dark; after 

 a bit of investigation he accepted his new lodging and 

 settled down quite at home. At the end of an hour 

 he was fast asleep on the lower perch. All that 

 night I had visions of a tame wren about my room 

 and wondered what I could feed him. The next morn- 

 ing before six o'clock I crept cautiously into the ad- 

 joining room to see after the welfare of my nocturnal 

 visitor. No sign of Mr. Wren within the cage. No 

 sound of any kind within the room. The windows 

 were screened of course but the hall door was open. I 

 wandered through the bedrooms and the living rooms 

 downstairs, but could find no trace of any bird. 



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