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BIRD LIFE IN WASHINGTON 
They almost bend double. Heads are 
thrown back and tails are perked up until 
heads and tails almost meet while the 
little throats pour forth volumes of noise 
—just noise, but the birds don’t know it. 
When we get to the center of the colony 
we may stand still and count a dozen 
homes. If we can find an empty house, 
we may take it with us. No need to han¬ 
dle with care, it is so Avell woven that we 
might play catch with it. 
The nests are hung too high for the 
water of the lake to reach them and they 
are closed at the top; so the little folks 
are sheltered from the rain and from the 
lake. 
The egg is reddish brown. 
NEST OF TULE WREN 
