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Vol. XIV 
willowy note of the Red-shafted h'licker, the monotonous mew of the Green- 
tailed Towhee. the bright song of the Spurred Towhee. the loud calls of Cassin 
Kingbirds and crested jays, the soft cooing of doves and the harsh croaking of a 
family of talkative young ravens. 
On the edge of the grove in a clump of bushes a Western Chipping Sparrow- 
had a nest, and w-ithin the grove w-ere found a number of nesting holes in cotton- 
wood trunks or branches. Of the householders, a pair of Sparrow 1 lawks were 
Keding young, two families of jolly excitable Western House Wrens were sing- 
ing and duttering their w-ings wdth abandon, and a less demonstrative Chestnirt- 
backed Bluebird perched on a few inches of broken branch close to the trunk of 
a tree, uttering an occasional low^ sweet warble. At nest holes high up in a tree 
trunk we were delighted to discover beautiful \dolet-green Sw-allow-s going in and 
I*'!”-. 42. THIS GLORIIOTA OF THK TAOS INDIANS 
Courtesy of Biological Survey 
out. It w'as altogether a most lovely place. I’ig yellow butterflies fluttere 1 
through the delicate foliage of the grove, and before mountain thunder storms 
radiant white cloud piles were seen through green oriel windows. 
■Another beautiful park, in which the .stately trees .s])aced a grassy door, w-as 
in the Conejos River bottoms, just across the line in Colorado. We were there 
in early Sejitember, when hands of migrating warblers and their associates often 
passed through the cottoinvood tops. As 1 stood in the shadow- breathlessly 
watching the ajiproach of one such troop, Long-tailed Chickadees worked slow-ly 
along from tree to tree stopping to hang head dow-n over some dainty morsel. 
Golden Fileolated Warblers w'hijiped about, and .Audubons hunted energetically 
through the branches, while a quiet Townsend sat looking around enquiringly 
