i6 BI RD PARADISE 



to the call. Life finds life, and the husbandman 

 is ever at the point where the two great seas 

 meet. Bight well he may rejoice, as a student 

 in the school of schools. 



Occasionally I catch sight of a small flock of 

 shore or horned larks. They are common along 

 the New England seashore in the winter, scat- 

 tering out into the country, as the fancy seizes 

 them. Two little tufts of feathers give them the 

 appearance of wearing a pair of horns — thus 

 securing one of their names. The other name 

 is readily reached from the fact that the seashore 

 is their favorite haunt. Unlike most other small 

 birds, they walk through the grass as they are 

 feeding. In manners they resemble somewhat 

 the other members of the family, giving vent to 

 their feelings in a breezy way. I understand 

 that they extend their journeying over quite a 

 portion of our north country, frequently passing 

 well down into the Garolinas. I sometimes come 

 upon their nests in the spring and I think they 

 are the earliest housekeepers among our smaller 

 birds. In the realm of song they are not profi- 

 cient. Of course they have their common call 

 note, and in the breeding season, a succession of 



