14 
BY THE AY AY SIDE 
and it is in this state that it emerges 
from its cocoon. 
It is probably too late to find larva 
which are about to spin cocoons, but 
now that the leaves are falling, it ought 
to be a comparatively easy matter to find 
the cocoons which have been spun. They 
may be found in almost any roadside 
thicket and with a little practice, one 
becomes adept in locating them. Have 
your pupils keep an eye open for any 
cocoons that they may find. Put a 
number near a window or in some other 
convenient place and, if all goes well, 
you will noe day find a nearly hatched 
moth or butterfly drying its wings. 
The Home-Life of a Golden Eagle. 2nd 
revised edition. By H. B. Macpher- 
son, Witherby & Co., 326 High Hol- 
born, London, Eng. Publishers. 
The home-life of a golden eagle, as 
described and photographed by Mr. 
Macpherson forms an interesting volume 
of forty-five pages and thirty-two plates. 
It is bound in a plain, but attractive 
paper cover and printed on unglossed 
paper. The text forms a narrative of 
Mr. Macpherson’s study of the develop¬ 
ment and habits of a young eagle. We 
read with interest how the author was 
enabled to make observations at close 
range by the erection of a “bothy.” In 
our imagination, we see the parent birds 
fly to and from the nest. Tlie plates, 
which are mounted in the back of the 
book, deserve special mention. They 
are all clear and in themselves form an 
excellent record of the home-life of the 
golden eagle. There is but one thing 
that we miss and that is a panoramic 
plate which would give us an idea of 
the general surroundings of the home of 
this pair of eagles. On the whole, it is 
an excellent work and gives ample evi¬ 
dence of painstaking and patient study. 
R. E. K. 
(Continued from page 11) 
Decoration Day found us in Hood 
River, Oregon, seated on a veranda of 
a home near the grounds of the County 
Court House, listening to the afternoon’s 
exercises. By the side of the house not 
far from where we were sitting, a tree 
of early cherries was full of ripe fruit. 
Some one had sent abroad to birdland 
the message, “Cherries are ripe, cherries 
are ripe!” and the response was most 
hearty. Cedar wax wings in numbers, 
robin’s of course, wild canaries (which 
are very numerous in this region), a 
few English sparrows, took entire pos¬ 
session of the tree However cherries de¬ 
licious cherries, are so plentiful every¬ 
where in this region that there are 
enough to spare for the birds. To com¬ 
plete the bird-party a humming bird 
flew by. 
t/ 
This recalls one of the most wonder¬ 
ful humming bird stories or even any 
bird story, T have ever heard. It has 
been related to me by Prof. L. F. Hen¬ 
derson, until recently in charge of the 
deparment of botany in the University 
of Idaho.. | 
If you would merely look at Professor 
Henderson, you would understand how 
he might inspire confidence in the bird 
heart, II is eves have that bright alert¬ 
ness of the bird vision, and his manner, 
as he shows you how he approached the 
bird, is most convincing. But to the 
story. A pair of humming birds had 
built their nest on a branch of a fir tree 
in a grove of these trees near the Hen 
derson home in Moscow. The Profess- 
