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moreover, was not quite the same as that of our 

 common Eastern Sialia. 



Whatever they were, the color of the backs 

 would probably be enough to name them, and I 

 returned to the car for breakfast and, first of 

 all, to make sure of my new birds' identity. A 

 consultation of the handbook showed it to be 

 reasonably certain that they were of the sub- 

 species Sialia mexicana hairdi, the chestnut- 

 backed bluebird ; but I had failed to observe one 

 important mark: the throat should have been 

 "purplish blue." I wished very much to see 

 them again, but they had disappeared. Doubt- 

 less they were migrants or stragglers, and by 

 this time were far away. A pity I had not been 

 more painstaking while I had the opportunity. 

 The one safe ride is to note everything, though 

 it is a rule more easily laid down than lived up 

 to, to be sure, especially in a new place, with 

 many distractions. Anyhow, the birds must be 

 of the chestnut-backed sub-species, I reassured 

 myself, for the sufficient reason that it was im- 

 possible, here in western Texas, that they should 

 be anything else. 



Allaying my scruples thus, I started across a 

 field toward a farmhouse, and on the way noticed 

 a crow fiying over. It was the first one I had 

 seen since reaching San Antonio, — the chapar- 



