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the animals to the museum for other specimens. The museum is about 
the size of our Trailside Museum at Thatcher Woods. Of course, there 
are also birds, flowers, shrubs and trees to identify. 
Banning, California was much to look forward to, for Belle Wilson 
lives there and I had wanted to visit her for a long time. She used to 
write: “Come out to Banning, I will furnish the car and you can furnish 
the energy.” We had part of two days, good times of birding, visiting 
and reminiscing of our trips to the Dunes and elsewhere around ‘Chicago. 
I found her little changed. Maybe not able to go as fast as she used 
to, but who of us is the same as we were fifteen or more years ago? 
Banning is nearer the desert than other places I visited, and had I more 
time to spend there, I could possibly have seen more of the desert birds, 
as the verdin, cactus wren, and others. But they will do for another day, as 
I hope to go back. 
Miss Wilson took me to see a roadrunner’s nest in a garden. It was 
about four or five feet from the ground in a small tree. This was quite 
a surprise to me, for I thought of the roadrunner as a ground nester. She 
didn’t know whether the bird had returned to this (last year’s) nest or 
not. We didn’t see it while there. At a fisherman’s retreat near Beaumont, 
we found many yellow-headed blackbirds, redwings, ruddy ducks, three cin- 
namon teal, pied-billed grebes, a lone lesser scaup duck, green heron and 
black-crowned night heron. 
On another drive we saw four ravens, crows, Lawrence’s and green 
backed goldfinches, Phainopeplas, and Western sparrow hawks feeding 
two young in the hole of a tree. There was a Western marsh hawk and a 
black phoebe. The marsh hawk and sparrow hawks had quite a battle 
before they separated, neither seeming to injure the other. 
Belle Wilson was a member of both the Illinois Audubon and Chicago 
Ornithological Societies, and lived here many years until she moved to 
Banning. She is one of the few who has seen the ivory-billed woodpecker. 
When I told her I had missed seeing the dipper or water ouzel both at 
Boulder, Colorado, and in California, she said: “You have no complaint 
on that—I was ten years in trying to see the white-headed woodpecker 
and only saw it recently.” I met Miss McDaniel, one of our ‘Chicago 
nurses, in Los Angeles. It is good to see one’s friends so far away from 
home. I met a Miss McGee on the Los Angeles Audubon Society trip also; 
she used to live in Chicago and belong to our Society. I was very sur- 
prised to see her. 
Forest Lawn Memorial Park is the most unique of all cemeteries. 
Dr. Hubert Eaton, a successful young chemist, had a conviction that there 
should be a place for the dead as well as the living. In 1917 he started 
with a small cemetery that to him was a place of pessimism and despair, 
and began to change it into a cemetery now renowned for its beauty, de- 
dicated to the living, and symbolic of joy inspired by Christ’s promise of 
eternal life. 
There are three lovely churches: “The Wee Kirk 0’ the Heather,” re- 
created from the kirk at Glencarin, Scotland, the home of Annie Laurie; 
“The Little Church of the Flowers” a replica of the village church where 
