WOOD MIDGETS» 
I listen to you all day long, 
From highest tree there comes to me 
A challenge bidding me be strong. 
I hear you calling in your flight; 
_A clearer view is given you 
When you look down from greater height. 
Your daring gives you stronger wings, 
I will not fear though days be drear 
_ My thoughts shall soar to higher things. 
| —Nina Moore 
The different layers of thick ferns, salal, or Oregon 
grape, of thimbleberry and huckleberry, of willow, spirea, 
and hazel under the overlapping branches of the forests 
which make so attractive the land that slopes from the top 
of the Cascade Range west to the Pacific, or east to the © 
bench lands and valleys of the Inland Empire, hold many 
secrets in birdland for those who dare to penetrate their 
solitudes. If one has studied on the coast, and then wanders 
among the willow thickets which border so many lakes and 
lakelets, or under the white pines that sometimes fringe 
the ravines or streams, or on the bunchgrass plains on the 
other side of the mountains, he will be delighted by the ease 
with which he may continue his bird lessons. 
Wherever the bird student takes his opera glass there 
is always a chance that hé may run across a new winged 
animal, which, to those who do not care for the life that 
springs from branch to branch, or flies from leaf to leaf, 
are classed as “just birds”. To those, however, who thrill 
at each and every flash of wings, these birds are known as 
friends and neighbors that have been met and loved in other 
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