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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