THE AUDUBON BULLETIN 6| 
A, White-throat at Wings Rest 
It was during the Spring migration that I found a White-throat in the 
sparrow trap and suspected, without being quite sure, that one wing sagged 
a little. When he was released, there was no doubt of his being slightly 
disabled, for he scuttled away some distance on foot and took off on wing 
only after hopping rather high in the shrubbery. Of course, I was sorry 
that I had not captured him while the chance was good to see if the wing 
could be adjusted. It was too late then, and he was never careless about 
that trap again. 
After the migrants passed on north, one plaintive little White-throat 
song persisted daily until July 23rd; and regularly we saw him around the 
house, the same little fellow with a tendency towards lopsidedness. He 
called himself Sweetie, and came to be called Sweetie. 
The long, hot, dry summer was over at last, and under date of Septem- 
ber 3rd, my notes record two important words, “Sweetie sang.” On Sep- 
tember 23rd, the notebook says, ‘““White-throat migrants. “Three in the 
bath together.’ During the next six weeks, the number increased and 
decreased, and then all disappeared except our Sweetie, who welcomed the 
arriving Juncos alone. 
He is under our window every hour of every day, sometimes on the 
south, but if not there he is sure to be on the north, or the east, or the 
west. At 4 o'clock, the time the English Sparrows retire from the scene, 
his supper is spread, and he and the Juncos feast together. Rarely he comes 
to the window tray, for he prefers to feed on the ground. At 4:35 the day 
is done and he mounts high, hopping from ground to shrub, from shrub to 
tree, and from a point where a bird can have a wide horizon, he starts on 
the long flight to the thicket on the other side of the house near the fire- 
place chimney, where he spends the night. 
Sweetie was the high spot in the Christmas census at Wings’ Rest. 
NELLIE J. BAroopy. 
