BIRD LIFE IN WASHINGTON 
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PACIFIC YELLOW THROAT 
Down in the swamps in Maytime you 
may hear “Witcliity, witchity, witch-it-y.” 
If you watch closely you will see the 
small greenish bird with his bright yel¬ 
low vest and black mask. His wife looks 
like him but wears no mask. He turns 
his quaint little face towards you as he 
scrambles away through the underbrush 
and marsh grass. 
The nest is very well hidden in a clump 
of grass and you may hunt and hunt and 
then find it by accident when you have 
given up hope. Then Yellow Throat will 
scold at you “Quit, quit, quit.” The nest 
is made of grass and should contain four 
brown speckled eggs. 
You may know when the tiny birds are 
there by the storm of “Quits” that an in¬ 
truder causes. 
Yellow Throat is a devoted parent and 
hunts endlessly for worms and insects. 
He swallows them himself first and then 
feeds the babies this partly digested food. 
The parent birds share the work of feed¬ 
ing. 
THE LONG-TAILED CHAT 
How different the birds are! How easy 
it is to believe that the one at which we 
are looking is the most interesting of all. 
Children, I am often impatient with 
myself because I can’t picture the won- 
