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of okalee and congaree, they say okalee'’wee, okalaree’ah, okalit'wee, and 
other similar sounds; in fact no two seem to call the same way. 
I forgot to mention the robins. There were none here when we arrived, 
also no English sparrows and starlings. The first robins I noted on January 
4, four. The next day there were twelve, and they were just as trusting 
and confiding as at River Forest. They looked up at us as though they 
wanted to say, well, we found you at last. They too stayed way over their 
time, up to March 18, but they must know. I have seen few species of 
warblers, two prairie warblers (Florida subspecies?), a parula, two yellow- 
throated, one yellow-throat. But it is difficult to see warblers as most trees 
are in full foliage all winter; this and the overly abundant festoons of 
Spanish moss make it more difficult than seeing them up north in September. 
The island is now a place of activity. The white ibises are coming in with 
their immensely majestic flight; with my glass I can see two big Ward’s 
herons repair their huge nests on big limbs of large cypresses, and all the 
other herons and egrets are also active. 
The last week or two one or several chuck-will’s-widows are giving 
vent to their none too melodious calls, consisting of an almost inaudible 
ch’k, followed by cowl row, or chuck wilwill. Besides the robins and blue- 
birds, among thrushes I have so far seen only one hermit thrush, no wood 
thrush. Cedar waxwings have been here in numbers. On the lakes in 
Orlando lesser scaups, ringnecks, ruddys, mallards, canvasbacks, coots and 
others have been all winter, as tame as barnyard fowl. Also numerous 
ring-billed gulls; they hardly step out of the way when you follow the 
cement paths around the lakes. 
In conclusion: just now there are two bobwhites on the feeding shelf 
and eight below, plus three ground doves. Such is Florida. Of course, the 
wealth of plant life is a chapter by itself, and a lovely one, too. 
Windermere, Florida. 
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Owl Mistakes Cap for Rabbit 
ISLE ROYALE, an island in the western end of Lake Superior, is in winter 
completely isolated from the mainland of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, to 
which it belongs. There is no telephone or telegraph connection, and ice 
conditions in the surrounding lake make impracticable the use of such boats 
as are kept there. Since the coming into use of radio, however, it has 
become a more or less regular means of communication between the lumber 
camps and such permanent residents as there are on the island and occa- 
sional amateurs on the mainland who chance to pick up their calls. A series 
of such “talks” between an operator on Isle Royale and Ralph H. Babcock 
in Grand Rapids, Mich., gave the latter an opportunity to render a service 
to the victim of the following incident. 
A young man, new to the lumber camps and to winter life in the north 
woods, had shot some rabbits and of the skins had made for himself a cap. 
Shortly afterward he started out for a walk in the early dusk wearing his 
new fur headpiece. He had not gone far when without warning something 
