. Bird-lore . chwas dying out. Some pieces of bread werethrown a few feet away from it, and theGulls soon came from all directions. Thefirst arrivals settled down near the smolderingembers of a discarded Christmas tree; others 04 Bird - Lore dropped very cautiously over the pieces ofbread; and those that were on the other sideof the lake started on their journey to abountiful repast. Thus the birds got theirfood, and I got my pictures.—Thomas , Negaunee, Mich. A Winter Sapsucker Since January 3, 1922, the Yellow-belliedSapsucker, shown in the accompanyingphotograph, has been an almost d
. Bird-lore . chwas dying out. Some pieces of bread werethrown a few feet away from it, and theGulls soon came from all directions. Thefirst arrivals settled down near the smolderingembers of a discarded Christmas tree; others 04 Bird - Lore dropped very cautiously over the pieces ofbread; and those that were on the other sideof the lake started on their journey to abountiful repast. Thus the birds got theirfood, and I got my pictures.—Thomas , Negaunee, Mich. A Winter Sapsucker Since January 3, 1922, the Yellow-belliedSapsucker, shown in the accompanyingphotograph, has been an almost daily visitor pool. Suddenly a bass jumped from thewater and swallowed the Hummingbird!—Mary E. Lockwood, Lakewood, N. J. A Winter Phcebe at Bennington, Vt. On February 1, 1922,1 was sitting on a boxby our barn, when I heard the familiar note ofthe Phcebe, and, upon looking upward, sawhim dash from the roof and catch a fly whichhad been enticed to come out of his winterhiding-place by the warm sun. Then the. A WINTER SAPSUCKERPhotographed by Florence M. Fraser at our window bird-table, where he partakesof hemp seed. He seems to be an object ofcuriosity to our other bird guests who arejust getting up enough courage to eat behindhis back.—Florence M. Fraser, Morris-town, N. J., Feb. 19, 1922. Hummingbird and Bass A letter from a member of my family,from Santa Barbara, Calif., dated November16, 1921, contains a sentence which seemsworthy of record in Bird-Lore. It reads:We were seated by the lotus-pool when aHummingbird flew and hovered over the Phcebe sat on a twig about twenty feet awayfrom me and vigorously switched his a few minutes he flew away and I did notsee him any more. I was very much sur-prised at his early appearance, as Phcebesdo not usually arrive in this locality beforeMarch. There is no question of his identity,as I saw him very plainly. The thermometerstood at 48 degrees at the time.—(Miss)Carol Jones, Bennington, Vt. The Starling in Tennessee It m
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