Green, Greenish Gray, Olive, and Yellowish Olive Birds 
fibre well knit together and cosily lined with feathers, which must 
be a grateful addition to the babies, where they are reared in 
evergreens in cold, northern woods. 
Golden-crowned Kinglet 
(Regulus satrapa) Kinglet family 
Called also: GOLDEN-CROWNED GOLDCREST ; FIERY- 
CROWNED WREN 
Length — 4 to 4.25 inches. About two inches smaller than the 
English sparrow. 
Male — Upper parts grayish olive-green ; wings and tail dusky, 
margined with olive-green. Underneath soiled whitish. 
Centre of crown bright orange, bordered by yellow and en- 
closed by black line. Cheeks gray ; a whitish line over the 
eye. 
Female — Similar, but centre of crown lemon-yellow and more 
grayish underneath. 
Range — North America generally. Breeds from northern United 
States northward. Winters chiefly from North Carolina to 
Central America, but many remain north all the year. 
Migrations — September. April. Chiefly a winter resident south 
of Canada. 
If this cheery little winter neighbor would keep quiet long 
enough, we might have a glimpse of the golden crest that dis- 
tinguishes him from his equally lively cousin, the ruby-crowned ; 
but he is so constantly flitting about the ends of the twigs, peer- 
ing at the bark for hidden insects, twinkling his wings and flut- 
tering among the evergreens with more nervous restlessness than 
a vireo, that you may know him well before you have a glimpse 
of his tri-colored crown. 
When the autumn-foliage is all aglow with yellow and flame 
this tiny sprite comes out of the north, where neither nesting nor 
moulting could rob him of his cheerful spirits. Except the hum- 
ming-bird and the winter wren, he is the smallest bird we have. 
And yet, somewhere stored up in his diminutive body, is warmth 
enough to withstand zero weather. With evident enjoyment of 
the cold, he calls out a shrill, wiry %ee, %ee, %ee, that rings merrily 
from the pines and spruces when our fingers are too numb to 
hold the opera-glasses in an attempt to follow his restless flittings 
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