The Month- 



Once more the month of May is here 

 with her blue skies and warm sunshine. 

 The woodland has assumed its fresh green mantle 

 of summer and the air is laden with the fragrant 

 perfume of apple blossoms, while the drowsy 

 hum of bees arises from the flower laden trees. 

 Again our feathered friends are here, filling the 

 air with their joyous warbles; seeming to be fairly 

 bubbling over with happiness which pours forth 

 in an unceasing stream of song. 

 The Wren is industriously searching for twigs in 

 the fence corner, ever and anon flitting up to an 

 overhanging limb to pour forth volumes of sweet 

 and tender cadences; a small grove of pines re- 

 sounds with the bustling clamor of a colony of 

 Grackles which has taken possession of it and are 

 determind to to make all the noise possible. 

 All bird life is making the most of a short season, 

 free from care and full of gayety before beginning 

 the more sober duties of raising a family. 



M.A.C. 



If you- Are going on a collecting trip let 



us have your notes fresh from the field. 

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