Birds and Nature Vol. 11 No. 3 [March 1902]

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Various. Birds and Nature Vol. 11 No. 3 [March 1902]

EASTER CAROL

SPRING

THE WINTER WREN (Troglodytes hiemalis.)

VOICES IN THE GARDEN

THE LECONTE’S SPARROW (Ammodramus leconteii.)

EASTER LILIES

THE CALL OF THE KILLDEE

THE NORTHERN PHALAROPE (Phalaropus lobatus.)

OUR LITTLE MARTYRS

A CARGO OF STOWAWAYS

THE HAIRY WOODPECKER (Dryobates villosus.)

A VARICOLORED FROG

WAS IT REASON OR INSTINCT?

OPAL

THE CROCUS

MARCH

THE DOMESTIC SHEEP (Ovis aries.)

THE BEAUTY OF A STORM

THE VIOLET

THE ROUND-LOBED LIVERWORT (Hepatica hepatica.)

THE SPRING MIGRATION. I. THE WARBLERS

A PET SQUIRREL

THE ENGLISH WALNUT AND RELATED TREES (Juglans regia L.)

AWAKENING

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The Winter Wren inhabits that part of North America east of the Rocky Mountains, breeding chiefly north of the United States and migrating at the approach of winter nearly or quite to the Gulf of Mexico.

This diminutive form of bird life, which is also called Bunty Wren and Little Log Wren, is a denizen of the forest, and it is more common in those forests found on bottom lands adjacent to rivers. It is a shy bird, and does not seek the intimacy of man as will its cousin, the house wren. It is seldom seen far above the ground. In many places where it does not seem abundant it may be quite common, for it readily eludes observation in the underbrush because of its neutral color. It frequents old logs, where it may be seen “hopping nimbly in and out among the knotholes and other hollow places, then flitting like a brown butterfly to another place of refuge on the too near approach of an intruder.” Some one has said, “Its actions are almost as much like that of a mouse as of a bird, rarely using its wings except for a short flutter from one bush or stone-heap to another; it creeps slyly and rapidly about, appearing for an instant and is then suddenly lost to view.”

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“‘Well, what does it matter? I would as lief die one way as another,’ gruffly responded the bold speaker.

“Most of mother’s companions nodded their assent, so she said nothing more until she had time to quietly think over the matter. That night mother stood, awake, looking up at the stars and trying to know what was best to do. Finally, when the first whispers of morning could be heard, they brought her this message: ‘Always and under all circumstances do your best. Live up to the highest and noblest within you and leave the result to Him who knows the heart.’

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