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BIRD LIFE IN WASHINGTON 
But all who love music should hear his 
June song—his song of his happy home: 
“Ptsee, pee, pee, cheeree. Cheeree, pee, 
pee, prsee.’’ He may sing his song for¬ 
ward or backward or cut it in two in the 
middle. 
I have seen him so wild with love that 
he forgot that I was near and might grab 
him. 
His home is on or near the ground. 
Every western child may know the Ore¬ 
gon Towliee. He is common and he is 
with us all the year. 
He belongs to the Finches and Spar¬ 
rows—the great family of seed eaters. 
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RUSTY SONG SPARROW 
Next to Robin, if not before him, the 
Rusty Song Sparrow claims our love. 
Not because of his beauty, for he is de¬ 
cidedly plain in color. He is just a little 
brown bird with head striped gray and 
brown. 
I have known him to be mistaken for a 
wren. He need not be, for although his 
tail is perked up, his wings and tail are 
not barred, and he has the short, thick 
sparrow bill. 
In the variety of his songs, he almost 
equals Seattle Wren who is constantly 
surprising us with a new composition. 
While Robin takes a lofty position to 
