EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 
I 
EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 
Aut that May day long I had been trying to break 
my record of birds seen and heard between dawn 
and dark. Toward the end of the gray afternoon an 
accommodating Canadian warbler, wearing a black 
necklace across his yellow breast, carried me past my 
last year’s mark, and I started for home in great 
contentment. My path wound in and out among the 
bare white boles of a beech wood all feathery with 
new green-sanguine-colored leaves. Always as I 
enter that wood I have a sense of a sudden silence, 
and I walk softly, that I may catch perhaps a last 
word or so of what They are saying. 
That day, as I moved without a sound among the 
trees, suddenly, not fifty feet away, loping wearily 
down the opposite slope, came a gaunt red fox and a 
cub. With her head down, she looked like the pic- 
ture of the wolf in Red Riding-Hood. The little cub 
was all woolly, like a lamb. His back was reddish- 
brown, and he had long stripes of gray across his 
breast and around his small belly, and his little sly 
face was so comical that I laughed at the very first 
sight of it. What wind there was blew from them to 
