DReRAO UB ONE B OIC E TIN 6| 
Random Fall and Winter Notes From 
Glen Ellyn, Illinois 
Season 1932-33 
By BENJAMIN T. GAULT 
At this writing, January 19, we have wintering here one Red-headed 
Woodpecker, five Meadowlarks, and one Robin—birds which sometimes 
go farther south. We have that number and yet others also may be pres- 
ent. For example, one Flicker appeared at a friend’s place (the Aber- 
deen home) December 1. 
Returning from the north woods well into the Fall, the warblers 
and most of the smaller thrushes had preceded me, leaving but stragglers 
and late migrants to drop along in a lesiurely way, and those of a lim- 
ited number of species; therefore I found myself largely dependent on 
the help of a few bird-friends, notably Harry G. Aberdeen, Don Locke, 
and others, in putting together these notes, such as they are. 
The last Black-throated Blue Warbler, a male, was seen by myself 
September 30. Prior to that date another adult male was listed Septem- 
ber 23, together with a juvenile Magnolia and a Grinnell’s Water Thrush. 
The latter was not seen after that date, which was at the sanctuary where 
the writer was busily engaged. 
Myrtles were largely in evidence at the Aberdeen place October 8, 
with a number of Palms and a few Fox Sparrows remaining for some 
time later. 
The last Wood Thrush, true to schedule, was heard calling in the 
sanctuary September 30. However, the high-water mark there was 
reached on October 19, when a Carolina Wren gushed forth its cheery 
song just as the sun was going down. It came at a time when unusual 
quietness prevailed, and its sudden burst of song was quite startling, as 
not the slightest intimation had been given before that he was present. 
The notes seemed to come from the direction of a brush-pile, and there is 
a possibility of his having roosted there that night. He was not located 
with the aid of glasses and it was decided to let him alone, thinking he 
might remain a day or two longer. Evidently he decided to leave, as 
the song was not heard again. ‘his wren comes to us casually and at odd 
times. If he nests in the county, the writer is not aware of it. 
‘Two of my friends have derived considerable pleasure from the feed- 
ing of three Crows this winter that have come to their places regularly, 
and have been rather surprised at the intelligence and confiding ways 
shown when not molested. Most of us, however, know these universally 
considered scoundrels are unusually bright and make most interesting pets. 
Too bad that certain ones among them have given the entire tribe such 
