|''AjT~wis~womflg my way 

 along through tlie tangled undergrowth I no- 

 ticed quite a commotion among a flock of 

 Bluebirds, off some distance to my right. Ap- 

 , preaching cautiously in the direction I saw a 

 i Red Squirrel sprawled on the trunk of a tall 

 dead pine, apparently frightened out of his 

 wits. A dozen or more Bluebirds were flying 

 \ about and pecking at him, and seeming to 

 ! have the greatest sport imaginable. One of 

 the birds would dart down and snap at Mr. 

 Squirrel's tail, and quick as a flash he would 

 turn end for end uttering a loud bark, while 

 another and then another would snap at it 

 again; in this manner they kept him turning 

 about as if on a pivot for some time, and the 

 effect was so amusing that I laughed aloud. 

 The squirrel tried going up the tree, but the , 

 higher he went the worse the situation grew, 

 finally he gave a loud squir-r-r and scudding 

 down the tree disappeared. The birds all lit 

 and looked about for their victim, but Mr.Squir- 

 rel did not appear again. Edward Tennant. 



OMO. XIV. May, 1889 p. 76 



