It would be difficult to conceive any picture more 
charming than that before our eyes to-day, as we lay under 
the apple trees with the birds and blossoms above us and 
the grass, already tall and dense, forming an emerald carpet 
beneath and around us. From the fields beyond the orchard 
came the merry music of Bobolinks and,in the oak and pine 
woods behind, wood birds of many kinds were singing. Among 
them was a Golden-winged Warbler whose song broke the spell 
and enticed us into a long and fruitless pur suit,for we 
failed to get a near view of him. 
While in Lawrence's woods,.I looked carefully and 
persistently for the Great Horned Owls. The old birds 
could not be found but, to my great delight, I at length 
discovered both the young perched side by side on the branch 
feet 
of a big pine nearly fifty yards above the ground, one 
standing erect, the other crouched lengthwise on the limb, 
like a big Goatsucker. It is little short of a miracle 
that both should have escaped the dangers which surrounded 
them. One looked much larger than the other. Both still 
retained a good deal of down, through which the mature 
feathers were beginning to show everywhere. 
| The Partridges nest was also safe with its thirteen 
eggs. One of them, however, lay on the ground several inches 
from the nest. I think it must have been rolled out by the 
bird,who started and ran off after her usual fashion, but 
making 
without walking her usual whining. 
