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whispering chitter as she approaches the younO'; and, warned by this call, you can creep silently into the thicket and watch the parent with her tender brood.

'l'he Golden—crowned Accentor, or Oven—bird (Si/(HIS all/‘zimpz‘I/Iis) is a true Warbler, though looking so much like a 'l‘hrush. In color it is a beautiful olive—green above with orange crown, and white below spotted with dusky on the breast. It comes the last of May, but we would not be aware of its presence if it were not for its loud and oft-repeated chant of wag-Mae, wee- 6/158, race—Maw, uttered with increasing volubility to the end. Follow this call and you will find the beautiful bird actively exploring the leaf-covered ground {or beetles, and lookingr nervously round for the approach of a companion. The nest is peculiar. It is a bulky structure of dried leaves and grasses, placed on the ground and roofed over to hide its four mottled eggs from intruding gaze.

All the Warblers are insect-eaters, and these crowds of restless songsters do immense service in keeping down the destructive insect hosts.

The males mostly retire the first week of