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hawk, marsh hawk, bob-white, killdeer, herring gull, common tern, black 
tern, mourning dove, yellow-billed cuckoo, nighthawk, chimney swift, red- 
bellied woodpecker, hairy woodpecker, downy woodpecker, kingbird, crested 
flycatcher, alder flycatcher, wood pewee, tree swallow, bank swallow, rough- 
winged swallow, barn swallow, purple martin, blue jay, crow, black-capped 
chickadee, tufted titmouse, house wren, long-billed marsh wren, catbird, 
brown thrasher, robin, wood thrush, bluebird, cedar waxwing, starling, 
warbling vireo, prothonotary warbler, yellow warbler, northern yellow- 
throat, yellow-breasted chat, redstart, English sparrow, eastern meadow- 
lark, Baltimore oriole, red-winged blackbird, cowbird, cardinal, rose-breasted 
grosbeak, indigo bunting, goldfinch, towhee, vesper sparrow, field sparrow, 
song sparrow. 
Blue Island, Illinois. a rs S 
A Spring Tonic 
By JAMES N. LAYNE, Lane Technical School 
THE DAY was young with golden splendor as I walked along the woodland 
path bordering the stream. My thoughts were centered on the many beauti- 
ful things about me. Across the river a flock of pigeons wheeled, first one 
and then the other taking the lead, until, finally circling lower and lower, 
they settled to the earth. I walked on, the sun warm at my back. I paused 
to watch several gulls floating high above me on motionless wings. They 
presented a beautiful spectacle with their white wings and bodies silhouetted 
against the turquoise blue sky. A flock of robins passed over me with a 
chorus of chirping. A meadowlark on a distant fencepost poured forth his 
happy song. Several crows flapped over the golden field and their cawing 
drifted through the woods. 
I approached a railway trestle. After climbing the embankment I 
surveyed the woods around me, for this was a fine vantage point. The 
river, usually passive, was now angry and white with rage as it poured 
over rocks beneath the trestle. A stick unknowingly floated into the current 
and was lost in the green foamy depths. Back over the path a pair of red- 
shouldered hawks glided. They no doubt had chosen that spot as their 
nesting site, for it was rather woody and swampy, with an abundance of 
frogs and mice. : 
At the foot of the embankment a troupe of cardinals flitted about in 
the bushes. Starlings abounded and the air was filled with their cries, some 
displeasing but others actually melodious. I left the trestle and took the 
path on that side. The woods were much thicker and most of the trees were 
elms, with a fair amount of oaks. Overhead a red-tailed hawk soared, and 
when it banked the sun shone on its chestnut tail like fire. Suddenly the 
woods were filled with ‘‘Killee, killee” and a beautiful female sparrow hawk 
alighted in the topmost branches of a near-by tree. In a minute or so she 
was joined by her mate. Together they sat and preened themselves. The 
male fiew and the female followed immediately until both were out of sight. 
As I walked on a cock pheasant rose and whirred away, and as I watched 
through my field glasses he set his wings and glided, beating them three or 
four times rapidly and then gliding again. 
