he blend in with his ieee Sky parlor, and thus he escapes” 
many dangers. 
A tanager’s theme last summer Seviedented a group of 
people in southern Oregon by its continual repetition, but 
they were unable to find the nest he seemed to be bragging 
about, until the first week of July. Over and over the lure 
in his notes had enticed someone to follow him into the 
redwoods near the house; but he always was lost in their 
heights, until this lucky day, when he was heard coming on 
his zigzag path, while a watcher lay hidden under the trees. 
Around and around he circled above, telling all the 
world he was hunting insects, and then suddenly he was 
silent. After a few minutes an outer branch which pro- 
jected over another on a neighboring tree was seen to quiver 
and there the brilliant beauty stood. He came to the very 
end of the bough and dropped down to a lower one, where he 
was received with squeaky calls. Opera glasses showed 
him feeding the young, which were still in the nest. He was 
watched, as he repeated his trip several times, before others 
were called to enjoy the trophy, and, much to the surprise 
of all, the nest was then seen to be in plain sight from the 
very door at which he had been watched as he disappeared 
so many times. _ 
While resting in a city yard, kept as near to nature 
as possible, and yet have paths to explore its secret places, 
a leaf-green creature about seven inches long flew by so 
near an observer that its moving wing almost grazed her 
head. It flew to the lower part of a hemlock tree where the 
leaves on the small twigs had fallen, because they had 
starved from lack of sunshine. | 
Choosing one of these naked branchlets, the bird, which 
proved to be a female Louisiana Tanager, fluttered about 
until she had pulled and twisted it off, when she hurried to 
_ the upper whorl of a young white fir near by. When she © 
moved, another pair of wings were noticed as the male 
tanager followed from higher in the tree, and lit near his 
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