JEWELS IN THE STREET. 



The month of May, 1900, will be remembered for 

 its cold temperature and its wealth of bird life. All 

 through New England articles have appeared in the 

 local papers, commenting on the treasures at our 

 doors. Feathered gems, for which the enthusiast 

 commonly searches the dark, unfathomed caves of 

 the remote woods, have hopped along the sidewalks 

 almost under our feet; birds which the books declare 

 rare have haunted our back yards. 



Doubtless the weather has been largely responsible 

 for this pleasant invasion. The cold checked the mi- 

 grations and called a halt in the progress of the 

 winged army; but I like to think that the popular 

 interest in Nature, the work of the Audubon society, 

 and the opera-glass in the hands of thousands of ad- 

 miring amateurs — -in other words, the cordial welcome 

 that has been shown the host, may have had some- 

 thing to do with its stay among us. 



On Monday, May 7, the Wild Flower Club identi- 

 fied the olive and yellow pine warbler in the ever- 

 greens above Paradise. We had previously seen him 

 at Camp Weetamoo on May day, but were not quite 

 sure of his name. On coming home by the Back 



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