THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 109; 



recalls the tenderest and sweetest memories of 

 days and years so full of sunshine and life, it 

 seems they must have been lived on some other 

 planet. The bird crop was no small item in 

 our summer's count. There was surely a nest 

 in every tree, and how eagerly we watched the 

 building processes, occasionally caught glimpses 

 of eggs and birdlings and through it all re- 

 spected the bird and its nest, for so Mother 

 taught us. There were Robins and Orioles, 

 Blue and Yellow birds, Chickadees and War- 

 blers and Humming birds, and they sang just as 

 sweetly and courted as elegantly then as now; 

 we did not know all of their names and haunts 

 as we do now; no matter, we loved them and 

 they knew it. But here in our orchard we have 

 all of these birds, and more, and a happy family 

 it is, there is so little quarreling, occasionally a 

 bit of scrapping, but that only adds zest to the 

 songs of gladness that come afterwards. 



The best place for bird study is in the 

 orchard, here they feed and sing and mate and 

 nest, and are at home. Most of the one hun- 

 dred and fifty birds that inhabit this region are 

 sure to visit our orchard during the season. It 

 is evidently a favorite bird resort. They know 

 that cats are forbidden the premises, for they 

 are treacherous. Lionel is the police to en- 



