THE RED-EYED VIREO.
“A bird with red eyes! look, mamma,” said Bobby. “How funny!”
“And how beautiful,” replied his mamma. “Not plainly dressed, like his cousin, the Warbling Vireo, whose picture you saw in the [October] number of Birds.”
“The Yellow-Throated, in the [June] number,” said Bobbie, who has a remarkable memory, “was a lovely bird, too, mamma. Can Mr. Red-eye sing?”
“No, you can’t call his note a song; it is more like a chatter, which he keeps up from morning till night.”
“Like some children,” said Bobbie, with a sage nod of the head, “who talk all day long.”
“Yes,” smiled his mamma, “without saying very much, either. But this little bird works while he chatters.”