NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
and get a photograph of them. They were 
easily posed, and the affair was attended 
with less interference on the part of the 
parents than one would suppose. 
This particular male oriole had a greater 
variety of song than any I have watched. 
The Love Song” early in 
§ the morning, when his mate 
brooded the little eggs, 
seemed to say, Here am 
I, here am I, dear, dear.” 
A little later this was inter- 
spersed with a peculiar 
whistle of three notes and 
Contentment ^ After the Brood 
were hatched, it changed to a rising inflec- 
tion and three notes. But many were the 
variations during the long June day. Often 
have I hurried out of doors at the call of a 
new bird note, only to find that the singer 
was my oriole. How could I recognize him ? 
By the redness of the orange at his throat and 
his trim slender body. This was, I think, 
his first experience in family cares. 
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