IDYLLS OF BIRD LIFE 
tree about fifty feet ahead of us. We cautiously advanced 
toward the tree and after a few minutes’ search, discovered a 
downy woodpecker about half-way up the tree, busily engaged 
in searching for spiders’ eggs, and larvae, that do more or less 
harm to the trees. 
Both of my companions knew the diminutive downy 
through their bird guides, and both were anxious to make his 
acquaintance face to face. 
He is another one of our permanent residents and stays 
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with us throughout the Winter, even visiting our houses in 
places where he is fed. 
Mr 
After explaining the little I know of Mr. Downie’s habits, 
we proceeded toward home, and after a delightful and thor¬ 
oughly educational walk, it can be imagined what we did to a 
good lunch that awaited us when we arrived home. 
\“No loud, high notes for tender days like these! 
No trumpet tones, no swelling words of pride 
Beneath these skies, so like dim Summer seas, 
Where hazy ships of cloud at anchor ride. 
At peace are earth and sky, while softly fall 
The brown leaves at my feet; a holy palm 
x Rests in a benediction over all, 
O silent peace! O days of silent calm.” 
~ "'1 
Ellen P. Allertan. 
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