no BIRD PARADISE 



learning the many duties of outdoor swallow life. 

 I have seen the old birds occasionally feed the 

 yoiftigsters as they flew by. Like all other young 

 birds they are more conscious of hunger the first 

 week of outdoor life than they are of anything 

 else. What a perfect movement the swallow uses 

 as he passes to and fro on the wing. I never tire 

 of watching them and the one I see last is the one 

 I fancy is excelling all others. The young of the 

 barn and eave swallows I never have known to 

 tumble from the nest until they were ready to use 

 their wings nicely. The children of the chimney 

 swallow have quite a different experience. It is 

 not an unusual thing with them to end their first 

 journey from the home nest at the bottom of the 

 chimney. With them, however, it is not a 

 serious matter. They easily clamber up the sides 

 of the chimney and soon emerge from the top 

 none the worse for the first trip into the region 

 below. Next month they all start on their long 

 journey to the far South, giving us no more of 

 their company until another spring. 



I notice that the killdeers are gathering in 

 small flocks. Their annual housekeeping has had 

 its day and the wider community life has taken 

 its place. Curious how easily the home life is set 



