vermilion fly-catcher.
From col. George F. Breninger. Copyrighted by
Nature Study Pub. Co., 1897, Chicago.
BIRD MISCELLANY.
Red and yellow, green and brown,
Leaves are whirling, rustling down;
Acorn babes in their cradles lie,
Through the bare trees the brown birds fly;
The Robin chirps as he flutters past—
November days have come at last.
—Clara Louise Strong.
“I have watched birds at their singing under many and widely differing circumstances, and I am sure that they express joyous anticipation, present content, and pleasant recollection, each as the mood moves, and with equal ease.”
—M. Thompson.