120 Bird - Lore
The \vitchery of a wild regret,
Vibrant. monotonous and weary With hopeless longing to forget,
Fell to your lot, my woodland Veery.
Yon Tanagers are gay and red, Indigo blue the Bunting near them, A yellow VVarhlcr Hits o‘erhead; Their songs and plumage hoth endear them. The Veery's coat is dull and dun: He hides and stills his cry above you At the least sound; yet modest one, More than all other birds I love you.
I love you, for anew you stir The old, inexplicable feeling. I love you as interpreter of mysteries upon me stealing. I love you, for you give a tongue To silencel True, you are not cheery, But where has any songster sung A note as weird as yours. my Veery?
The Nesting of the Yellow-throated Vireo
BY JOHN HUTCHINS‘ Lilehfield. Conn.
ELLOWATHROATED VIREOS have more than once blessed Y us by hanging their mossy choireloft high in the fretwork which
overarches our own lower roof, and once the Warbling Vireo came and reared her hrood, so that we had antiphonal choirs.
These nests were usually from forty to fifty feet above the ground We had often watched the building and brooding, both with glass and the naked eye, and always had wished for a Closer intimacy. So during the early days of June, 1901, as if they had divined our wish, a pair of Yellowethroats came and began their home-building just outside the sec- ondvstory hall windowr The foundations of the tiny house were laid on the second day of June. Foundations. 1 need hardly say, in this case, as in that of all pensile or hanging nests, begin at the top, the bird work- ing downward and completing her pursellike hammock as the knitter does the toe of a stocking, We shall have occasion to notice more about this later on,
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