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OFFICIAL ORGAN OF THE WISCONSIN AND ILLINOIS AUDUBON 
One Year 25 Cent,s Illinois Number Single Copy 3 Cent,s 
Published by the Wisconsin Audubon Society, at, AppIeUon, Wisconsin. 
VOL VII JUNE, 1904 No. 2 
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CLOVER. 
Just a head of nodding clover, 
• With the soft breeze passing over, 
In the sunny field! 
Oh, you bit of crimson beauty, 
Doing fullest blossom duty, 
Generous your yield. 
Honey for your great bee-lovers; 
Seeds within their sheath-like covers; 
Pure delight for me! 
In my heart is added sweetness, 
And, because of your completeness, 
Faith to do and be. 
I will sing of your sweet growing 
Till another’s heart is glowing 
With a love like mine; 
For—why tell the sweet things over? 
She is just a human clover, 
And her life like thine! 
Juniata Stafford, 
Appleton, Wis. 
From “Flowers of Grasses,” by permission. 
MY KING BIRDS. 
“Say,” called Mr Sparrow to me, as I stood 
in my back door one fine spring morning, “do 
you know that you are to have some new 
neighbors in the tree by your kitchen win¬ 
dow ? King bird told me last night that he 
had been looking over the tree, and he thought 
it would be a good place to build.” “Yes,” 
chirped Mrs. Sparrow, as she finally settled a 
straw just to suit her, “and Mrs. King bird 
asked whether there was anything to worry 
about here, I told her that there were four cats 
and that Mrs. Blue Jay had begun her spring 
building in the tree in front of the house; and 
she said she guessed she could take care of 
the cats, and that Mrs. Blue Jay had better 
not come near her, or she would be sorry.” 
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“Well,” said Mrs. Blackbird, who was busy in 
the poplar tree near the Sparrow’s home, “I 
hope there will be peace in this yard, for I 
want my children to grow up in a well be¬ 
haved manner. We have always got along 
without any trouble, and I hope our new neigh¬ 
bors won’t be quarrelsome.” “Humph!” squal¬ 
led out Mrs. Blue Jay who had been sitting 
near and heard every word, though the birds 
had not seen her, “1 am not afraid of Mrs. 
King bird, and shall come over here as much 
as I want to. She had better not say any¬ 
thing saucy to me.” The other birds who had 
reasons of their own for not wanting to quar¬ 
rel with Mrs. Blue Jay, worked away at their 
building as fast as they could, and Mrs. Blue 
Jay flew to her own tree, carrying a nice 
string that Mrs. Sparrow had pulled from the 
hammock, and was saving for the next soft 
piece in her nest. “There, she has taken my 
good string,” said Mrs. Sparrow, “and I can’t 
get another, for the boys have gone away, and 
the girls don’t tear the hammock as boys do.” 
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“Never mind,” said Mr. Sparrow, “I saw a 
good bunch of hair lying on the ground on the 
other side of the fence, and I will go and get 
it before anyone else gets it.” Away he flew 
and soon came back with a few hairs that old 
Flora had lost when she caught her tail on 
the barbed wire fence. I went into the house, 
hoping that the King birds would come soon, 
and wondering whether the Blue Jays would 
pick a quarrel as soon as they met. That af¬ 
ternoon the King birds came, and I heard them 
calking about the place to build in. They fin¬ 
ally decided that a large branch near the house 
was a good place, and began to bring sticks, 
and strings, and little twigs to make their 
nest. 
Mrs. Sparrow came over, and said, “Of 
course it is none of my business, but I should 
think you would want to put your nest where 
the sun would not shine on it all day; and 
what are you going to do when it rains? I 
am sure you will get all the smoke from the 
