. Birds through an opera-glass. Birds. 116 BIRDS THROUGH AN OPERA-GLASS. branches of a white birch. Just as I begin to question my eyes, she flies into a plum-tree and I recognize the small brown head, the short finch bill, — for she belongs in pigeon-hole No. 4, — and the white triangular corners of the chewink But on the instant she spies me, and away she flies, low over the ground to — I never know where. Had she clapped on a magic cap she could not have vanished more completely. I waste the best part of the morning hunting for her, and the next day begin the search again. Going alon
. Birds through an opera-glass. Birds. 116 BIRDS THROUGH AN OPERA-GLASS. branches of a white birch. Just as I begin to question my eyes, she flies into a plum-tree and I recognize the small brown head, the short finch bill, — for she belongs in pigeon-hole No. 4, — and the white triangular corners of the chewink But on the instant she spies me, and away she flies, low over the ground to — I never know where. Had she clapped on a magic cap she could not have vanished more completely. I waste the best part of the morning hunting for her, and the next day begin the search again. Going along a narrow trail that serves as snow- shoe path in winter, in passing a dead tree top I start the usual number of white-throats, and as I turn the corner of the fence into the clearing—be- hold ! — right before me, clinging to the side of a. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Bailey, Florence Merriam, 1863-1948. New York, Cleveland [etc. ] The Chautauqua press
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