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BIRD LIFE IN WASHINGTON 
the ground. When it reached these it flew 
downward nearly to the foot of another 
tree and began working up that. When 
I lost it on the dark bowl of the tree. I 
listened for its tiny “Eep, eep." It can 
walk upside down on the under side of 
a limb beautifully. Its tail feathers are 
stiff and pointed. It presses these tightly 
against the limb and in this way is in no 
danger of falling. 
While the tree trunk furnishes it a liv¬ 
ing it also affords it a house. It finds a 
tree the bark of which is scaling. It 
pushes some sticks up behind a piece of 
bark, then it shreds some bark until it is 
as soft as felt. This makes a bed soft 
enough for any baby. Upon this bed five 
or six tiny Creepers will lie. Think of 
having a home behind a piece of bark! A 
tiny hole through the bark makes an ex- 
cellent door. The eggs are white, spotted 
with lilac. Most of the spots are around 
the larger end. 
In spite of the hanging bark and the 
cunning door, it takes a sharp-eyed Na¬ 
ture worker, to find the home. 
The voice of the bird is small and weak : 
“Eep, eep,” it says so faintly and in such 
a high key, one might easily imagine a 
bug were speaking. 
It works so earnestly that it is easy to 
take it unawares and hit it as it creeps up 
the tree. One day one was brought to me 
