BIRD PARADISE 155 



The yellow warbler is the ouly one of the large 

 family that spends much time outside the wood. 

 As nest builders they are quite skilful, decorat- 

 ing the inner part with the taste of a real artist. 

 The song of this bird is sounded at all hours of 

 the day. Most of our song birds are quiet in the 

 heat of the summer's day — not so the yellow 

 warbler. Once in motion in the morning the 

 song is in motion, and it is kept up three or four 

 times a minute all day long. I sometimes fancy 

 the song a sort of expression of the summer's 

 heat, sounding morning, noon and night as it 

 does, through the hot season. Be that as it may, 

 however, it has a very cheery rendering and I 

 conclude cannot be given too often. 



Several times in the last few days the smallest 

 of my bird parishioners has interviewed me 

 evidently with the very best of intentions. His 

 last visit was on a recent afternoon as I was sit- 

 ting on the porch enjoying the perfect June day. 

 My first intimation that I was the recipient of a 

 call was a low buzzing sound, hardly more than 

 that made by the common fly. Glancing up I 

 saw a little humming-bird standing on his wings 

 scarcely three feet away. I say standing on his 



