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and though charmed with his melody, we have little chance of seeing him now or during,r all his summer stay.

In July we hear the same sweet trill again, this time from a low, silver-lined maple thicket. If we follow the song cautiously and patiently it may perhaps lead us to the nest, a ball of dry green moss with a tiny aperture on one side for the entrance of the bird, placed on a fallen tree or stump. A friend informs me that one of the most interesting wood-land sights he ever saw. was a little Wren mother feedingr her six tiny fledgelings, arranged in a row on the fallen

tree where their nest was built. “W9“—

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Our only Lark is the Shore Lark (Ere/Izop/Izla alA/mz’rz'r). It is not common, but stray flocks come in April searchingr the stubble fields with the Snow Buntings which they much resemble. 'l‘hey are a‘heavier—built bird, however, and are easily distinguished by the large black area on the breast, and a peculiar feather which makes a

slight horn on the head.