OFFICIAL ORGAN OF THE WISCONSIN AND ILLINOIS AUDUBON SOCIETIES 
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Published by the Wisconsin Aydubon Society, at Appleton, Wisconsin. 
Entered as second-cla^s matter May 16, 1904 atthe post office, at Appleton, Wis., under the act of congress of Mar. 3, ’79 
VOL. VII .OCTOBER, 1904 No. 4 
LEAVES FROM THE SPRAY, 
PICKED UP BY THE WAY 
ONE AUTUMN DAY. 
Soft breezes play 
Through branches gay, 
Where tints of red and gold display, 
The leaves obey 
The winds, and sway— 
Giving gleams of the sun’s bright ray, 
Then sail away 
All merrily 
In gay and gallant campany. 
It will not pay 
To fret and say 
Birds and beauty are flying away, 
Hark!. Yesterday 
I heard the lay 
Of robin-red-breast, blithe and gay. 
Sang cheerily 
His roundelay 
As in the merry month of May 
Hid he delay, 
That we might stay 
Regret, that spring is far away? 
Enjoy today, 
Without dismay 
At bright leaves falling from the spray, 
’Tis nature’s way, 
’When skies seem gray, 
To deck the trees in bright array. 
Be glad and gay, 
And sing alway, 
God’s love and beauty will crown each day. 
Flora E. Kendall. 
Westfield, Wis. 
Written for “By the Wayside.” 
“A Bird in the Bush is Worth Two in the 
| Hand.” 
OUR QUAIL FAMILY. 
They came in November, a family of thir¬ 
teen. There had been a sleet storm and they 
could not find any seeds, so without fear 
they came to the front door and began pick¬ 
ing in the flower garden. I threw out crumbs 
and they came the next day and the next. 
Finally I began feeding them wheat and corn 
and I do not think they missed a day until 
spring. After they had picked up the grain 
they almost always went across the garden 
to a neighbor’s barn where they found grain. 
By spring there, were only eleven left and we 
did not know what became of the two miss¬ 
ing ones. In front of the house was a piece 
of low ground covered with' bushes. One day 
we found a nest with eighteen eggs. The old 
quail did not seem afraid, and we could part 
the willow branch and there she sat on a nest 
made of grasses. 
When the little ones were half grown they 
began saying “Bob White.” At first they 
could not talk at all. The old one would say 
“Bob” over and over and when they had learn¬ 
ed that they began to say “White.” It was 
several days before they tried the two words 
together and then we could hardly under¬ 
stand what it was. They kept trying until 
by the first of September they could say “Bob 
White” as well as the old ones. M. M. H. 
MAX AND THE SQUIRREL. 
Max sat on his mother’s knee before the 
fire with his arms clasped tight around her 
neck. It was only in the evening that they 
could sit and talk together for both were 
busy through the day. She earned what mon¬ 
ey she could working in the town nearby, and 
Max took care of the cows whose milk they 
sold. These cows had to be driven a long way 
to pasture, out through the woods and beyond 
the marshes, and brought home at night. 
