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tion of fall, when all Nature rejoices in 

 things accomplished, luxuriates in the rich 

 colors of luscious fruits and gloats over the 

 beautiful old age of the leaves, before she 

 lies down, not to die, but to foster her 

 strength for the contest of another year. 



FALL MIGRANTS 



Not only are we now between seasons, 

 but our country is a between country for 

 many of the birds. There were a few weeks 

 in May when our thickets and hedges were 

 delicious with the love calls of hosts of 

 dainty warblers. Out of the southland 

 they came, clean coated, bright feathered, 

 clear voiced, merry and active as they could 

 be. Then most of them left us and went on 

 to their summer camps in the Adirondacks 

 and the wilds of Canada. Now they are 

 with us once more, on their way to their 

 winter homes in the southland — often indeed 

 in Venezuela, Brazil, or even in the pampas 

 back of Buenos Ayres. 



But what a change has come over them! 

 The bright clothes are worn out or cast 



