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and Tree Club had a splendid exhibit which lasted a week, with 
lectures and slides and much educational propaganda. The Dur- 
fee school came off with the first prize for a school exhibit. It 
was quite a comprehensive exhibit, including fountain, feeding 
shelves, one with a protection that swings with the wind, a re- 
ceptacle for nesting material, one for suet, a seed box, books, 
poetry, original, posters, Martin, Bluebird, Wren and other 
houses. Miss Lucia Mysch, teacher, and Mr. Piggot, principal 
of the school, deserve great credit for their effort in this 
direction. 
Thomas Hart, one of our most active club members, re- 
ports that he kept a close watch for nesting birds last year, to 
find the earliest nest, and in 1922 it was a Robins’ nest, April 
12, a Cardinal, April 14. This year he has been observing, and 
so far reports no nest. 
Evanston 
I took a “Christmas Bird Census” on December 26th but the 
number of species seen was very discouraging. Herring Gulls 
were quite numerous; a dozen were seen during the course of 
the day. A flock of about a hundred Lesser Scaup Ducks was 
observed feeding off shore in the morning. At Skokie in the 
afternoon Crows were plentiful. A Hairy and a Downy Wood- 
pecker were obliging enough to perch on the same limb offering 
an excellent opportunity for comparing their size. 
On March 3rd in the Skokie Marsh we heard what I believe 
to have been a Brown Creeper. A flock of Chickadees were 
making the dreary day cheerful with their friendly notes. 
February 25th was a red-letter day for my mother and my- 
self. We were strolling past a neighbor’s yard about a block 
form home when we heard a Cardinal’s loud clear whistle and 
a splendid brilliant male flashed out of the tree whence the song 
had issued. Our friend told us that the bird had been in her 
vicinity all winter. The day after this he disappeared and we 
saw nothing more of him until March 21st when I am quite 
certain that I heard his call. 
Another friend reports that a pair of very small Owls, one 
gray and the other rufous, visited her yard during the first 
week of January. From her description I feel sure that they 
were Screech Owls. 
Still another friend says that one day last summer her cook 
came to her in great excitement complaining that an Owl had 
chased her. The lady, incredulous, went out into the yard to 
investigate. The Owl, she said, attacked her, actually alighting 
on her head and when she ran breathless into the house the 
wounds which the bird’s claws had made in her head were 
bleeding profusely. 
On March 11th, we took our field glasses in hand and went 
to a wooded spot on the outskirts of the town. The air fairly 
