CONNECTICUT SCHOOL DOCUMENT
No. 8 — 1904
(WHOLE NUMBER – 248)
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ABIRAM CHAMBERLAIN GOVERNOR . * © Meriden
HENRY ROBERTS LIEUT-GOVERNOR . iº † Hartford
WILLIAM H PALMER JR . & e gº º Norwich
GEORGE M CARRINGTON . ſº * tº e Winsted
WILLIAM G SUMNER . e gº * º wº New Haven
EDWARL) D ROBBINS . * & e e & Wethersfield
SECRETARY OF THE BOARD
CHARLES D HINE Hartford
OFFICE
Room 42 CAPITOL Hartford
BIRD DAY
“All animals have rights which man is bound to respect.”
“A bird in the bush is zworth two in the hand.”
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A HINT
(For the little children)
Choose six little boys to represent trees. 1 Sugar Maple —
2 Chestnut — 3 Oak — 4 Elm — 5 Black Birch – 6 Cedar or
any other evergreen. -
Choose six little girls to represent birds. I American Gold-
finch — 2 Oriole — 3 Robin — 4 Jay — 5 Downy Woodpecker
— 6 Cedar Bird. -
Each boy must describe his tree and say to what use it is
put, and bring a branch of it to school on Bird Day.
Each girl must learn something about her bird (especially
of the insects it eats) and tell or recite it also. Then let the
six boys face each other, holding their branches up to form
an arch, through which the girls walk in single file, each put-
ting her hands on the shoulders of the one in front.
Next spreading into a line and facing the teacher, a boy
between each girl, they join hands and recite the following,
breaking into couples, facing each other and bowing three
times at the last line:
Without the trees the birds would die!
Without the birds the trees would die
So let us hasten while we may,
To plant a tree on Arbor Day !
You and I — You and, I — You and I
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THE BIRDS AND THE HOURS
4 A. M.
Who is the bird of the early dawn P
The brown-capped Chippy, who from the lawn
Raises his wings and with rapture thrills,
While his simple ditty he softly trills.
5 A. M.
Who is the bird of the risen sun ?
The Robin's chorus is well-nigh done
When Bobolink swings from the clover high
And scatters his love notes across the sky.
9 A. M.
Who is the bird of the calm forenoon?
The Catbird gay with his jeering tune,
Who scolds and mimics and waves his wings
And jerks his tail as he wildly sings.
NOON
Who is the bird of the middle day?
The green-winged, red-eyed Vireo gray,
Who talks and preaches, yet keeps an eye
On every stranger who passes by.
5 P. M.
Who is the bird of the afternoon?
The Wood Thrush, shy, with his silvery tune
Of flute and zither and flageolet;
His rippling song you will never forget.
7 P. M.
Who is the bird of the coming night?
The tawny Veery, who, out of sight
In cool dim green o'er the waterway,
The lullaby echoes of sleeping day.
9 P. M.
Who is the bird that when all is still
Like a banshee calls? The Whip-poor—will;
Who greets the Nighthawk in upper air
Where they take their supper of insect fare.
THE WEERY

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MIDNIGHT
Who are the birds that at midnight's stroke
Play hide-and-seek in the half dead oak,
And laugh and scream 'til the watch dog howls 2
The wise-looking, mouse-hunting, young Screech Owls.
ALL IN CHORUS
Good Night ! Good Day !
Be kind to the birds and help repay
The songs they sing you the livelong day,
The bugs they gobble and put to flight —
Without birds, orchards would perish quite
Good Day ! Good Night !
(One child asks the question, “Who is the bird?” etc., and another answers with
the remainder of the verse. Written for Bird Day Program by Mrs. M. O. Wright,
‘Fairfield.)
III
THE LEGEND OF THE SALT
A great many years ago a little boy whom I knew very
well accepted the advice of an elder, and went out with a
saltcellar to make friends with the birds. But they would not
have him, even with a “grain of salt,” and it was not until he
was considerably older that he learned he had begun his study
of birds at the wrong end. That is, you know, the wrong end
of the bird, for it is not a bird's tail, but his bill, you must
attend to if you would win his confidence and friendship.
So, instead of salt, use bread crumbs, seeds, and other food,
and some day you may have an experience which will surprise
those people who would think it a very good joke indeed to
send you out with a saltcellar after birds. I have recently had
an experience of this kind. It happened in the heart of a great
city, surely the last place in the world where one would expect
to find any birds except House Sparrows. But Central Park,
New York City, the place I refer to, contains several retired
nooks where birds are often abundant. A place known as the
“Ramble * is a particularly good one for birds, and during the
past winter, when it was not too cold, I have often gone from
my study in the near-by Museum of Natural History to eat my
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luncheon with the birds in the Ramble. Many other bird-
lovers have also visited the park to study and feed the birds,
and, as always happens when birds learn that they will not be
harmed, they have become remarkably tame.
This is especially true of the Chickadees, who, under any
circumstances, seem to have less fear of man than most birds.
When I entered the Ramble they soon responded to an imita-
tion of their plaintive call of two high, clearly whistled notes.
And in a short time we became such good friends that I had
only to hold out my hand with a nut in it to have one of them
at Once perch on a finger, look at me for a moment with an
inquiring expression in his bright little eyes, then take the nut
and fly off to a neighboring limb, where, holding it beneath
his toes, he would hammer away at it with his bill, Blue Jay
fashion. So, after this, we won't go out with Saltcellars, but
with a supply of food; nor should we forget to take a “pocket-
ful of patience,” which, Mrs. Wright says, is the salt of the
bird-catching legend.
FRANK M. CHAPMAN
From Bird-Lore, by permission of The Macmillan Co.
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PLANT TREES
LINEs WRITTEN FOR AN AGRICULTURAL ExIIIBITION IN 1858
This day, two hundred years ago,
The wild grape by the river's side,
And tasteless groundnut trailing low,
The table of the woods supplied.
Unknown the apple's red and gold,
The blushing tint of peach and pear;
The mirror of the POWow told
No tale of orchards ripe and rare.
Wild as the fruits he scorned to till,
These vales the idle Indian trod;
Nor knew the glad, creative skill, -
The joy of him who toils with God.
O Painter of the fruits and flowers |
We thank Thee for Thy wise design
Whereby these humble hands of ours
In Nature's garden work with Thine.
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And thanks that from our daily need
The joy of simple faith is born ;
That he who smites the summer weed
May trust Thee for the autumn corn.
Give fools their gold and knaves their power;
Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall;
Who sows a field, or trains a flower,
Or plants a tree is more than all !
For he who blesses most is blest,
And God and man shall own his worth
Who toils to leave as his bequest
An added beauty to the earth.
And soon or late to all that sow,
A time of harvest shall be given;
The flowers shall bloom, the fruit shall grow,
If not on earth, at last in heaven.
John G. WHITTIER
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MATILDA ANN
I knew a charming little girl,
Who'd say, “Oh, see that flower | *
Whenever in the garden
Or woods she spent an hour.
And sometimes she would listen,
And say, “Oh, hear that bird ”
Whenever in the forest
Its clear, sweet note was heard.
But then I knew another —
Much wiser, don’t you think?
Who never called a bird a “bird ”;
But said “the Bobolink"
Or “Oriole * or “ Robin ‘’
Or “Wren,” as it might be ;
She called them all by their first name,
So intimate was she.
And in the woods or garden
She never picked “a flower *;
But “ anemones,” “ hepaticas,”
Or “pansies,” by the hour.
Both little girls loved birds and flowers,
But one love was the best;
I need not point the moral,
I’m sure you see the rest.
For would it not be very queer,
If when, perhaps, you came, -
Your parents had not thought worth while
To give you any name?
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I think you would be quite upset,
And feel your brain awhirl,
If you were not “Matilda Ann,”
But just “a little girl.”
ALICE W. ROLLINS, in the Independent.
THE MYTH OF THE SONG-SPARRow
His mother was the Brook, his sisters were the Reeds,
And they every one applauded when he sang about his deeds.
His vest was white, his mantle brown, as clear as they could be,
And his songs were fairly bubbling o'er with melody and glee.
But an envious Neighbor splashed with mud our Brownie’s coat and
vest,
And then a final handful threw that stuck upon his breast.
The Brook-bird’s mother did her best to wash the stains away,
But there they stuck, and, as it seems, are very like to stay.
And so he wears the splashes and the mud blotch as you see
But his songs are bubbling over still with melody and glee.
ERNEST SETON-THOMPSON
From Bird-Lore, by permission of The Macmillan Co.
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JOHN JAMES AUDUBON
Children, do you all know what we are celebrating here
today? We are doing honor to the trees and birds. We are
trying to encourage you to plant trees and to care for them,
and then to be interested in the little creatures that live in the
trees. To understand them and so love them that not a bird
in Connecticut shall ever be made nervous by the sight of a
slingshot or by seeing the body of a dead relative on some
little girl's hat.
The birds have not had many friends to protect them in
the past. It is only lately that in some of the states large
numbers of men, women, and children have formed them-
selves into companies, for bird study and protection, called
“Audubon Societies.”
Now, Audubon, for whom these societies are named, was
one of the very first friends the birds ever had in this country.
He loved them for their beauty and for their wild, shy ways
from the time when he was a little boy.
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John James Audubon was born in Louisiana about a hun-
dred and twenty-five years ago, only a few years before we
made our Declaration of Independence. It was an interest-
ing time to be an American boy, and Audubon was always
proud to remember that his father had been the friend of
Lafayette and Washington. He was taken, when still a child,
to France, his mother having met with a most tragic death
during an insurrection of negroes in San Domingo. A most
charming French woman soon became his father’s second wife,
but, unlike the usual fairy-story step-mother, she was almost
too kind and too indulgent to our little John. While his father
was away in America, on missions for France, all she asked of
the little boy was to be happy, and happy he was in his own
way. In the morning he was off for the woods with his lunch
basket, filling it before his return with all sorts of curiosities
in the way of flowers, lichens, and queer pebbles. His father
had always loved those things himself, and had encouraged
his boy, when they had taken their walks together, in every little
habit of observation. But he was not satisfied on his return,
because the lessons had been neglected on account of these
collections. For many years our young naturalist was kept
away from home at school, where more attention was given to
the study hour. Every leisure moment, however, was spent
in the woods. Each creature there had its charm, and not a
bird flitted past him but was watched and listened to till every
habit and note was familiar. He was never satisfied till he
had examined closely every one of them, but he soon found
that to simply possess a dead bird was a very unsatisfactory
and disappointing affair. It was then he made his first attempt
to reproduce them on paper, making them as lifelike as possi-
ble. Fortunately he had always found drawing one of the
most fascinating of his studies, and by the time he left France,
at seventeen years of age, to make his home in America, he
had more than two hundred drawings of birds. -
His father gave him a farm near Philadelphia and, I sup-
pose, expected him to take his fortune; and so he might have
done if he had given half the time and attention to it that he
did to his little feathered friends.
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He married a lovely English girl who lived near him in
Pennsylvania, and together they went to Kentucky to found
a home and fortune in that new country. But always there
was the same Audubon finding his best pleasures in the leafy
stillness of the woods and gaining comfort for his many busi-
ness disappointments in the songs of his little friends. He
had known the woods about New York and Philadelphia very
well, and now he wandered for months at a time through the
Western wilds. We can imagine him, the figure we have be-
come so familiar with from the pictures, with his sturdy frame,
his large, piercing eyes, and the long hair curling on his
shoulders, resting for hours under the wide, leafy dome and
watching the flitting creatures about him.
Many a time he was without a dollar in his pocket with
which to supply the needs of his wife and children, but he
never lost interest in the wonderful set of drawings he was
making of American birds, nor did his wife fail to sympathize
with him and to help all she could by bearing cheerfully their
many hardships. After his bird pictures were made, how was
he to have them printed It was finally arranged with great
difficulty that he should go to England and try to have his
work lithographed by persuading enough rich men to Sub-
scribe for it to pay the expenses. For ten years Audubon
carried the drawings from place to place in England, Scot-
land, and France. A little story is told of his modesty and
fright in approaching the house of Lizars, the skilled engraver.
He hardly dared to open his portfolio, and with trembling
hands he showed the first drawing. Mr. LizarS Sprang from
his seat, exclaiming: “Oh! I never saw anything like this
before.”
One hundred and forty-four subscribers were Secured for
the book, and it was the means of placing Audubon and his
family in comfortable circumstances for the rest of his life.
There are one hundred and seventy-five of these original copies
known to be in existence, eighty of which are in America. The
cost of printing them was over one hundred thousand dollars,
and the copies that are rarely thrown on the market now bring
from fifteen hundred to two thousand dollars.
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You may be sure that after this success Audubon returned
to his beloved America. He never became too old or too
rich to lose his interest in the woods. He started a work on
quadrupeds with Dr. Backman, following the same plan as
the one on birds, and his son finished it after his death. The
last house that he occupied and where he lived in comfort and
with honor was a farm that is now a part of New York city.
You may have heard of Audubon Park. That park is a part
of the old Audubon farm. So, if anyone asks you who Au-
dubon was, and why American children should honor him,
say: “He was the first man to devote his life to the study
of the birds of our wonderful country, and the beautiful por-
traits he painted of them have made these feathered brothers
known all over the world.” And perhaps if there is a library
in your town you, too, may be fortunate enough to see
Audubon's “ Birds of America.”
DORA R. WHEELER
VII
THE BIRDs’. ORCHESTRA
Bobolink shall play the violin,
Great applause to win ;
Lowly, sweet, and sad the Meadow Lark
Plays the oboe, Hark!
That inspired bugle with a soul —
'Tis the Oriole;
Yellow-bird the clarionet shall play,
Blithe, and clear, and gay.
Purple Finch what instrument will suit?
He can play the flute.
Fire-winged Black Birds sound the merry fife,
Soldiers without strife;
And the Robins wind the mellow horn,
Loudly eve and morn.
Who shall clash the cymbals P Jay and Crow ;
That is all they know.
Hylas twang their harps so weird and high,
Such a tuneful cryl
And to roll the deep, melodious drum,
LO ! the Bull Frogs come !
Then the splendid chorus — who shall sing
Of so fine a thing?
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Who the names of the performers call,
Truly one and all P
Blue-bird, Bunting, Cat-bird, Chickadee,
(Phoebe bird is he).
Swallow, Creeper, Crossbill, Cuckoo, Dove,
Wee Wren that I love;
Brisk Fly-catcher, Finches — what a crowd
King-bird whistling loud;
Sweet rose-breasted Grosbeak, Wren, Thrush,
Hear these two and hush;
Scarlet-tanager, Song-sparrow small,
(Dearer he than all;
At the first sound of his friendly voice,
Saddest hearts rejoice).
Redpoll, Nuthatch, Thrasher, Plover gray —
Curlew, did I say?
What a jangling all the Grakles make
Is it some mistake?
Anvil chorus Yellow Hammers strike,
And the wicked Shrike
Harshly creaks like some half-open door;
He can do no more.
CELIA THAXTER.
VIII
HOW TO WATCH THE BIRDS +
When you see a strange bird, try to note quickly a few of
the things most necessary to naming him. Then you must
try to answer the following questions:
How many inches long was he?
What was his general colorf
Was his breast plain or speckled?
What was he doing, feeding on the ground or in a tree?
Did he walk with one foot after the other, or hop with both
feet together ?
Did he sing or only call?
At first you will remember only two or three of these ques-
tions, and they will probably be his size, colors, and Song, if
he happens to be singing at the time.
You may not think that a bird who is hopping about on
the grass, or flitting about the branches of a tree, is doing
*Adapted from “Citizen Bird.” By permission of the Macmillan Co.
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anything in particular. But really he may be either collecting
material for his nest, or searching for some particular kind
of food, in a way which will tell you to what bird brother-
hood he belongs.
The male is the only real singer in birdland. Many females
have pretty musical notes that they give when about the nest,
and Some scraps of Song; one or two are good musicians,
but the great chorus comes from the males. Birds sing best
from the time they put on their spring coat until after the
nesting season, when they moult it off, so that the nesting
season is the best time to name the birds, for then their clothes
are freshest and their songs the most distinctive.
Everything in the daily life of a bird is interesting. You
will find that every bird has its regular times for bathing,
pluming its feathers, eating, sleeping, working, and playing,
all in its own way, just as you yourselves have. And every-
thing he does is done cheerfully and promptly.
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To TEACHERS
EDUCATE THE GROWING GENERATION
This education must begin in our public schools. Every
boy is a born bird student, but his natural methods are too
destructive for the birds. In the nature study work children
must learn the habits of our common birds and must learn of
the benefits that the birds render us. Give them glimpses of
the work of our birds, how they build their little homes, care
for their young and defend them at the risk of their own lives.
Show them to what dangers birds are constantly exposed and
how the fall and spring migrations always are long, danger-
ous journeys.
Too much direct forbidding and preaching is harmful, for
in the heart of every boy sleeps the spirit of opposition. Soft
sentiment or gushing talking is also harmful. In connection
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with the study, read such articles as “Silverspot,” “The
Crow,” and “Redruff, the Don Valley Partridge,” in Thomp-
son’s “Wild Animals I Have Known.” Literature of that
kind creates true sympathy with nature, and after that is
awakened the boy is converted.
Tell the children about the hardships that winter birds are
exposed to, and teach them how to feed birds in winter and
in unfavorable weather at other seasons. Let the boys make
nesting boxes and study the tenants of the boxes. This bird
study should not be mere play, but should be made profitable
although pleasant work.
Let teachers do all they can to spread good bird literature
and to fight such traditional ignorance that does, for instance,
still prevail against Hawks and Owls. This work must, how-
ever, also receive due attention in high Schools and normal
schools from which our teachers go out. In these schools,
as well as in common schools, bird study clubs can do much
good, if they strictly refrain from collecting birds and eggs,
and if the teachers see to it that nests are not too frequently
visited. Every bird actually placed in a collection by School
boys probably means the wounding or killing of half a dozen.
Use good charts and colored pictures, observe the bird
outdoors, and let alone those that you cannot reach by these
means. . . . There is certainly knowledge that would be
too dearly bought for the child. The flowers bloom most
beautifully where they grow, and the birds are most beautiful
and sing most sweetly when they perch on the free swaying
branches. I know of more than one bird and egg collection
that serves no other purposes except to be in safe cases and
accumulate the dust of ages.
Bird Day in the Schools. – Our teachers have so much
experience in arranging all kinds of exercises that special
directions for the observance of Bird Day Seems unnecessary.
Songs, declamations, reports of observations are in order.
Reports about individual birds will always be much appre-
ciated, and the younger the pupils are, the more anything
with action in it will please them. Bird magazines and educa-
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tional papers furnish an abundance of material, and much ex-
cellent matter can be found in the works of our classical poets
and writers.
D. LANG
Instructor in nature study in the public schools of St. Paul, Minn.
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BIRD’s NESTS
“The blue eggs in the Robin's nest
Will soon have wings and back and breast,
And flutter and fly away.”
- — Keramos.
I wonder if children realize that a bird’s nest is its home,
and that the Smooth, beautiful eggs, as the poem says, will
Soon be birds and fly away 2 That is, they would be birds if
they were left safe in the nest home their parents build with
such care.
Perhaps you say, “Who would think of stealing eggs?”
I can tell you who does this: the boys, big, medium-sized,
and little ones who have only just put on trousers, all do it.
Of course, they all have reasons and excuses for this thieving,
for it is theft.
Some “collect ’’ eggs for the mere sake of seeing how
many they can get, Some are really interested in studying
their varied forms and colors, and some merely rob nests
from a spirit of mischief. Yes, I know all about it, for I have
seen many boys Sneaking about the trees and bushes, peeping
into these bird homes, with no kind intentions toward the
feathered Owners. -
Now, do you boys realize when you rob nests thatyou are
not only very cruel, but that you are breaking the law of the
State of Connecticut?
This law says: “Every person who shall kill, cage, or
trap, or have in his possession, dead or alive, any Blue Bird,
Baltimore Oriole, Purple Finch, Thrush of any kind, Cat Bird,
Wren, Martin, Swallow, Chimney Swift, Bobolink, Robin,
Nighthawk, Whip-poor-will, Fly-catcher, Warbler, Scarlet
Tanager, Vireo, Nuthatch, Creeper, Humming Bird, Rose-
breasted Grosbeak, Kinglet, Titmouse, Indigo Bird, Cedar
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Bird, Yellow Bird, Phoebe, Sparrow (except English Spar-
rows), or any species of the Woodpecker, Chickadee, or any
other of the song or insectivorous birds, or who shall destroy
the nests or eggs of any of said birds, shall be fined one dol-
lar for each bird so killed, caged, trapped, or had in possession,
or nest or egg destroyed.”
The most that you should take, if you are really anxious to
Study eggs, is a single One from a nest, and only one. But .
even in this, do not be like four stupid boys I once knew, who
went off hunting, each having promised to take but one egg
from each nest. They kept their promise, but they each took
one from the same nest!
The birds here in New England have three enemies that
nature did not intend them to have : house cats, women and
girls who will wear song-bird feathers in their bonnets, and
boys who rob nests | A very learned man who has looked into
this matter says that house cats work the greatest mischief
to young birds, but that boys, by nest robbing, destroy as
much bird life as the four-footed prowlers. Come, boys, is
it possible that you have no more sense than hungry cats;
or are you really cruel and hard-hearted? No, I do not believe
that ; you are probably simply thoughtless.
Turn over a new leaf, and stop a while to think.
If you know where there is a Cat Bird's or a Robin's nest,
let the eggs stay and watch them hatch. See how many bad
insects and worms it takes to feed the brood, and you will
soon see how useful birds are.
One word more, in a whisper: If you must collect eggs
to see how many you can find, turn your attention to the Eng-
lish Sparrow. Get all the eggs of this mischievous bird that
you can, and your country will thank you, for the English
Sparrow is an enemy to the trees and an enemy to the useful
insect-eating birds, and the wise men at Washington have
found him guilty and condemned him to death ! — Selected."
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“Then the little Hiawatha
Learned of every bird its language,
Learned their names and all their secrets,
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How they built their nests in Summer,
Where they hid themselves in Winter.
And the birds sang round him, o'er him,
“Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!”
Sang the Opechee, the Robin,
Sang the Bluebird, the Owaissa,
“Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!”
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
XII
THE BIRDS AND THE TREES
It was May Day. Half a dozen birds had collected in an
old apple tree, which stood in a pasture close by the road that
passed the schoolhouse; some of them had not met for many
months, consequently a wave of conversation rippled through
the branches. -
“You were in a great hurry, the last time I saw you,” said
the little black and white Downy Woodpecker to the Brown
Thrasher, who was pluming his long tail, exclaiming now and
then because the feathers would not lie straight.
“Indeed ! When P I do not remember. What was I
doing?”
“It was the last of October; a cold storm was blowing up,
and you were starting on your Southern trip in such a haste
that you did not hear me call “good-bye ’ from this same tree,
where I was picking insect eggs that expected to hide safely
in the bark all winter, only to hatch into all kinds of mischief
in the spring. But I was too quick for them, my keen eyes
spied them and my beak chiseled them out. Winter and
Summer, I’m always at work, yet some house people do not
understand that I work for my living. They seem to think
that a bird who does not sing is good for nothing but a target
for them to shoot at.”
“That is true,” said the dust-colored Phoebe, dashing out
to swallow a May Beetle, which stuck in her throat, causing
her to choke and cough. “I can only call, yet I worked with
the best for the farmer where I lodged last year I made a
nest on his cow shed rafters and laid two sets of lovely white
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eggs, but his boys Stole them, and that was all my thanks for
a season’s toil.” .
“Singing birds do not fare much better,” said the
Thrasher. “I may say frankly that I have a fine voice and
I can sing as many tunes as any wild bird, but children rob
my nest, when they can find it, and house people drive me
from their gardens, thinking I’m stealing berries.”
“They treat me even worse,” said the Robin, bolting a
cut worm he had brought from a piece of plowed land. “In
spring when I lead the Bird Chorus night and morning they
rob my nest. In summer they drive me from the gardens
where I work peacefully, and in autumn, when I linger
through the gloomy days, long after your traveling brothers
have disappeared, they shoot me for pot-pie!” r
“It is a shame!” blustered Jennie Wren. “Not that I
suffer much myself, for I’m not good to eat, and I’m a most
ticklish mark to shoot at. Though I lose some eggs, I
usually give a piece of my mind to any one who disturbs me,
and immediately go and lay another nest full. Yet I say it is
a shame the way we poor birds are treated, more like tramps
than citizens, though we are citizens, every one of us who
pays rent and works for the family.”
“Hear, hear!” croaked the Cuckoo with the yellow bill.
He is always hoarse, probably because he ate so many cater-
pillars that his throat is rough with their hairs. “Something
ought to be done, but can Jennie Wren tell us what it shall
be P '’
“I’ve noticed that most of the boys and girls who rob
our nests and whose parents drive us from their gardens go
every day to that square house down the road yonder,” said
Mrs. Wren. “Now, if some bird with a fine voice that would
make them listen could only fly in the window and sing a
song telling them how useful even the songless bird brothers
are, they might treat us better and tell their parents about us
when they go home.” # -
“Well spoken,” said the Robin, “but who would venture
into that house with all those boys? There is one boy in
there who, last year, killed my mate with a stone in a bean-
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shooter, and also shot my cousin, a Blue Bird. Then the
boy's sister cut off the wings of these dead brothers and wore
them in her hat. I think it would be dangerous to go in that
schoolhouse.” -
“The windows are open,’
y
said the Song-Sparrow, who
had listened in silence. “I hear the children singing, so they
must be happy. I will go down and Speak to them, for,
though I have no grand voice, they all know me, and per-
haps they will understand my homely wayside song.”
So the Sparrow flew down the road, but as he paused in
the lilac hedge before going in the window, he heard that the
voices were singing about birds, telling of their music,
beauty, and good deeds. While he hesitated in great wonder
at the sounds, the children trooped out, the girls carrying
pots of geraniums which they began to plant in some beds by
the walk. Then two boys brought a fine young maple tree to
set in the place of an old tree that had died. A woman with
a bright pleasant face came to the door to watch the children
at their planting, saying to the boys: “ This is Arbor Day,
the day of planting trees, but pray remember that it is Bird
Day also. You may dig a deep hole for your tree and water
it well, but if you wish it to grow and flourish, beg the birds
to help you. The old tree died because insects gnawed it, for
you were rough and cruel, driving all the birds away from
here about and robbing their nests.”
’ said a little girl, “our orchard was full
of spinning caterpillars last season and we had no apples.
Then father read in a book the government sent him that
Cuckoos would eat the caterpillars all up, so he let the
Cuckoos stay, and this year the trees are nice and clean and
all set full of buds!”
“Please, ma'am,”
The Song-Sparrow did not wait to hear any more, but
flew back to his companions with the news.
“I shall put my nest under the lilac hedge to show the
children that I trust them,” said he, after the birds had recov-
ered from their surprise.
y
“I will lodge in the bushes near the old apple-tree,” said
the Cuckoo; “it needs me sadly.”
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“I will build over the schoolhouse door,” said the Phoebe;
“there is a pea field near by that will need me to keep the
weevils away.”
“I think I will take the nice little nook under the gable,”
said Jennie Wren, “though I need not build for two weeks
yet, and I have not even chosen my mate.”
“I shall go to the sill of that upper window where the
blind is half closed,” said the Robin. “They have planted
early cauliflowers in the great field, and I must help the
farmer catch the cutworms.” -
“I will stay by also,” said the Woodpecker. “I know of
a charming hole in an old telegraph pole, and I can see to
the bark of all the trees that shade the schoolhouse.”
Just then a gust of wind blew through the branches, re-
minding the birds that they must go to work, and May passed
by, whispering with Heart of Nature, her companion, about
the work that must be done before June should come; — June
with her gown all embroidered with roses and a circle of
young birds fluttering about her head for a crown.
“Dear Master,” May said, “why am I always hurried
and always working? I do more than all other months.
July basks in the sun, and August sits with her hands folded
while the people gather in her crops. Each year March quar-
rels with Winter and does no work; then April cries her eyes
out over her task, leaving it dim and colorless. Even the
willow wears only pale yellow wands until I touch them. The
leaf buds only half unfold and the birds hold aloof from the
undraped trees; see, nothing thrives without me.” And May
shook the branches of a cherry tree and it was powdered with
white blossoms.
“Nothing grows by or for itself,” said Heart of Nature,
tenderly. “The tree is for bird and the bird for the tree,
while both working together are for the house people if they
will only understand me and use them wisely. Never com-
plain of work, sweet daughter May. Be thankful that you
have the quickening touch, for to work in my garden is to be
happy.” *
Then the Song-Sparrow caught up the words and wove
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them in his song and carolled it in May's ear as she swept
up the hillside to set the red-bells chiming for a holiday.
MABEL OSGOOD WRIGHT
XIII
THE KITTIWAKES
Like white feathers blown about the rocks,
Like soft snowflakes wavering in the air,
Wheel the Kittiwakes in scattered flocks,
Crying, floating, fluttering, everywhere.
Shapes of snow and cloud, they soar and whirl;
Downy breasts that shine like lilies white;
Delicate vaporous tints of gray and pearl
Laid upon their arching wings so light.
Eyes of jet and beaks and feet of gold, -
Lovelier creatures never sailed in air;
Innocent, inquisitive, and bold,
Knowing not the dangers that they dare.
Stooping now above a beckoning hand,
Following gleams of waving kerchiefs white,
What should they of evil understand,
Though the gun awaits them full in sight?
Though their blood the quiet wave makes red,
Though their broken plumes float far and wide,
Still they linger, hovering overhead,
Still the gun deals death on every side.
Oh, begone, sweet birds, or higher soar!
See you not your comrades low are laid?
But they only flit and call the more, —
Ignorant, unconscious, undismayed.
Nay, then, boatman, spare them! Must they bear
Pangs like those for human vanity?
That their lovely plumage we may wear
Must these fair, pathetic creatures die?
Let the tawny squaws themselves admire,
Decked with feathers, – We can wiser be.
I beseech you, boatman, do not fire!
Stain no more with blood the tranquil sea.
CELIA THAXTER.
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XIV
A HUMMING BIRD
When the mild gold stars flower out,
As the summer gloaming goes,
A dim shape quivers about
Some sweet, rich heart of a rose.
If you watch its fluttering poise,
From palpitant wings will steal
A hum like the eerie noise
Of an elfin spinning-wheel.
And then from the shape’s vague sheen
Quick lustres of blue will float,
That melt in luminous green
Round a glimmer of ruby throat.
But fleetly across the gloom
This tremulous shape will dart,
While searching for some fresh bloom
To quiver about its heart.
Then you, by thoughts of it stirred,
Will dreamily question them:
“Is it a gem, half bird,
Or is it a bird, half gem P ‘’
EDGAR FAwcETT
To AN ORIOLE
How falls it, oriole, thou hast come to fly
In tropic splendor through our northern sky?
At some glad moment was it nature’s choice
To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?
Or did some orange tulip, flaked with black,
In some forgotten garden, ages back,
Yearning toward Heaven until its wish was heard,
Desire unspeakably to be a bird? ºr
r EDGAR FAWCETT
SEA-GULLs
The Salt sea-wind is a merrymaker,
Rippling the wild bluff's daisied reach;
The quick surf glides from the arching breaker
And foams on the tawny beach.
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Out where the long reef glooms and glances
And tosses sunward its diamond rains,
Morn has pierced with her golden lances
The dizzy lighthouse panes.
Gladdened by sounds of infinite surges,
Heedless what billow or gale may do,
The white gulls float where the ocean-verges
Blend with a glimmer of blue.
I watch how the curtaining vapor settles
Down on their tireless plumes far-borne,
Till faint they gleam as a blossom's petals
Blown through the spacious morn!
EDGAR FAWCETT
THE ENGLISH SPARROW
SO dainty in plumage and hue,
A study in gray and in brown,
How little, how little we knew
The pest he would prove to the town
From dawn until daylight grows dim,
Perpetual chatter and scold.
No winter migration for him,
Not even afraid of the cold !
Scarce a song-bird he fails to molest,
Belligerent, meddlesome thing !
Wherever he goes as a guest
He is sure to remain as a King.
Yet, from tip of his tail to his beak,
I like him, the sociable elf,
The reason is needless to seek, -
Because I’m a gossip myself.
MARY ISABELLA FORSYTH
THE ACORN
I find you nestling in the balmy grass,
Here where the knotty oak so stoutly stands,
While tremulous breezes with rich fragrance pass,
Like ghosts with viewless flowers in viewless hands !
Frail germ of strength, I scan with eager heed,
As from the summer sward I lift you up,
The tawny oval of your polished bead
Bulging SO smoothly from its rugged cup.
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And now with heart where happy fancies meet, .
I stoop, and in the yielding meadow make
A grave wherefrom, with resurrection sweet,
Some future sun shall win you to awake!
And while I plant you thus, I seem to plant
Flutings of silver winds in ample boughs
That weave a gloom where sunbeams richly Slant,
Bees murmur, and the lazy cattle browse.
And now I seem to plant, below the green
Of these fair ungrown boughs, at eve or morn,
The first delicious thrilling kiss between
Two fond young lovers that are yet unborn
EDGAR FAWCETT
THE SONG-SPARROW
There is a bird I know so well,
It seems as if he must have sung
Beside my crib when I was young;
Before I knew the way to spell
The name of even the smallest bird,
His gentle, joyful song I heard.
Now see if you can tell, my dear,
What bird it is that, every year,
Sings “ Sweet — sweet — sweet — very merry cheer.”
He comes in March, when winds are strong,
And snow returns to hide the earth;
But still he warms his heart with mirth,
And waits for May. He lingers long
While flowers fade, and every day
Repeats his small, contented lay ;
As if to say, we need not fear
The season's change, if love is here
With “Sweet — sweet — sweet — very merry cheer.”
He does not wear a Joseph’s-coat
Of many colors, Smart and gay;
His suit is Quaker brown and gray,
With darker patches at his throat.
And yet of all the well-dressed throng
Not one can sing so brave a song.
It makes the pride of looks appear
A vain and foolish thing, to hear
His “Sweet — sweet — sweet — very merry cheer.”
THE SONG SPARROW
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A lofty place he does not love,
But sits by choice, and well at ease,
In hedges, and in little trees
That stretch their slender arms above
The meadow-brook; and there he sings
Till all the field with pleasure rings;
And so he tells in every ear
That lowly homes to Heaven are near -
In “Sweet — sweet — sweet — very merry cheer.”
I like the tune, I like the words;
They seem so true, so free from art,
So friendly, and so full of heart,
That if but one of all the birds
Could be my comrade everywhere,
My little brother of the air,
This is the one I’d choose, my dear,
Because he’d bless me, every year,
With “Sweet — sweet — sweet — very merry cheer.”
HENRY VAN DYKE
XV
THE SWALLOW
At play in April skies that spread
Their azure depths above my head
As onward to the woods I sped
I heard the swallow twitter;
O skater in the fields of air
On steely wings that sweep and dare,
To gain these scenes thy only care,
Nor fear the Winds are bitter.
Ah, well I know thy deep-dyed vest,
Thy burnished wing, thy feathered nest.
Thy lyric flight at love's behest,
And all thy ways so airy;
Thou art a nursling of the air,
No earthly food makes up thy fare
But soaring things both frail and rare —
Wit diet of a fairy.
JoFIN BURROUGHS
CIRCULATING LIBRARIES
The Audubon Society of Connecticut has entrusted to the
Connecticut Public Library committee forty-two libraries for
circulation among the schools of the State. Application for
these libraries should be made to Charles D. Hine, Chairman,
Hartford, Conn.
The libraries are sent to schools, express paid, and may be
retained three months.
The books are sent in a box which may be used as a book-
case in the schoolroom.
It is understood as a condition of this loan that the teacher
will keep a record of the names of the children using the books,
in order that a report of the circulation of the library may be
made to the Audubon Society of Connecticut.
At the end of the three months the library is to be returned
to Room 96, Capitol, Hartford, express charges to be paid
by the Connecticut Public Library Committee when the box
is received.
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The titles of books in these libraries are given:
Bailey .
Chapman
Jackman
Lange .
Marble .
Mathews
Putnam
Wilson .
Bailey .
Mathews
Merriam
Morley G
Rexford
Weed
Blanchan
Keyser .
Miller
Morley .
Parsons
Seton
Stickney
Wright .
NO. I
Teachers' Library
Lessons with plants
Bird-life
Nature study for grammar grades
Handbook of nature study gº
Our native birds
Nature pictures by American poets
Familiar features of the roadside
Familiar trees and their leaves
Among the moths and butterflies
Teachers' manual of nature study
No. 2
The Garden-Craft Library
Amateur’s practical garden book
Garden-making
Principles of fruit-growing
Pruning book
Familiar flowers of field and garden
Familiar trees and their leaves
Birds of village and field
Bee people
Flowers: how to grow them
Insects and insecticides
No. 3
The Children's Library
Bird neighbors
News from the birds
First book of birds
Bee people
How to know the wild flowers
Plants and their children
Lobo, Rag, and Vixen
Bird World
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
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Elliot
Keyser .
Lange .
Lanier .
Minot
Parsons
Seton
& &
& S
Wright .
Abbott .
Blanchan
Chapman
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Merriam
Parsons
Stickney
Torrey .
& &
Comstock
Mathews
Parsons
Wright.
& &
& 4
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$ $
No. 4
The Ernest Thompson-Seton Library
Game birds of North America
In bird land -
Our native birds
Bob: the story of our mocking bird
Land birds of New England
How to know the wild flowers
Trail of the Sandhill stag
Wahb, the grizzly bear
Wild animals I have known
Birdcraft
No. 5
Aºrank M. Chapman Library
Birds about us
Birds that hunt and are hunted
Bird life
Bird photography
Handbook of birds
Birds through an opera-glass
How to know the wild flowers
Bird world
Birds in the bush
The footpath way
No. 6
The Fairfield Library
Insect book
Familiar trees and their leaves
How to know the ferns
How to know the wild flowers
Birdcraft -
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
Friendship of nature
Tommy-Anne
Wabeno the magician
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Bailey .
Kearton
Lange .
Lanier .
Mathews
Miller
& &
6&
Parkhurst
Blanchan
Burroughs
& &
Eddy .
Mathews
Merriam
Parsons
Baskett.
Chapman
Gibson .
Ingersoll
Lange .
Morley .
Parsons
Thoreau
O/zz/e
No. 7
Thorne Miller Library
Lessons with plants
Wild life at home
Our native birds
Bob: the story of our mocking bird
Familiar flowers of field and garden
Bird ways
First book of birds
In nesting time
Little brothers of the air
Birds’ calendar
No. 8
/ohn Burroughs Library
Wz//za/z
Bird neighbors
Birds and bees, and sharp eyes
Birds and poets
Pepacton
Wake-robin
Winter sunshine
Friends and helpers
Familiar features of the roadside
Birds of village and field
Plants and their children
No. 9
Hamzlton Gibson Library
Story of the bird
Bird life
Eye spy
My studio neighbors
Sharp eyes
Wild neighbors
Our native birds
Bee people
How to know the wild flowers
Walden
3O
Blanchan
Keyser .
Miller
Morley .
Parsons
Parsons
Seton
Stickney
Wright .
Burroughs
Eckstorm
Fraser .
Kearton
Seton
Wright
Burroughs
Eckstorm
Fraser .
Kearton
Seton
Wright
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No. IO
The Children's Library
Bird neighbors
News from the birds
First book of birds
Bee people
How to know the wild flowers
Plants and their children
Selections from wild animals I have known
Bird World
Citizen bird
. Four-footed Americans
No. II
Birds in natural colors v I January to June
1897
Birds in natural colors v 2 July to December
1897
Birds in natural colors v 3 January to June
1898 .
Birds and all nature in natural colors v 4 July
to December 1898
Squirrels and other fur bearers
Woodpeckers
Mooswa
Our bird friends
Wild animals I have known
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
No. I2 .
Birds and all nature in natural colors v 5
January to May 1899
Birds and all nature in natural colors v 6
June to December 1899
Birds and all nature in natural colors v 7
January to May 1900
Birds and all nature in natural colors v 8
June to December 1900
Squirrels and other fur bearers
Woodpeckers
Mooswa
Our bird friends
Wild animals I have known
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
3 I
Burroughs
Eckstorm
Fraser .
Kearton
Seton
Wright
Burroughs
Eckstorm
Fraser .
Kearton
Seton
Wright
Burroughs, ed.
Butterworth
Clark
Eckstorm
Fraser .
Grinnell
Judd
Miller
Seton
Sharp
No. 13
Birds in natural colors v I January to June
I897
Birds in natural colors v 2 July to December
1897 -
Birds in natural colors v 3 January to June
1898
Birds and all nature in natural colors v 4 July
to December 1898
Squirrels and other fur bearers
º
Woodpeckers
Mooswa
Our bird friends
Wild animals I have known .
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
No. I4
Birds and all nature in . natural colors v 5
January to May 1899
Birds and all nature in natural colors v 6
June to December 1899
Birds and all nature in natural colors v 7
January to May 1900
Birds and all nature in natural colors v 8
June to December 1900
Squirrels and other fur bearers
Woodpeckers
Mooswa
Our bird friends -
Wild animals I have known
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
No. I5
The Outdoor Library
Songs of nature
In the days of Audubon
Bird jingles
Woodpeckers
Outcasts
Neighbors of field, wood, and stream
A B C of birds
Second book of birds
Lives of the hunted
Wild life near home
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Burroughs, ed.
Butterworth
Clark
Eckstorm
Fraser .
Grinnell
Judd
Miller
Seton
Sharp
Burroughs, ed.
Butterworth
Clark
Eckstorm
Fraser .
Grinnell
Judd
Miller
Seton
Sharp
Burroughs
& &
& &
( &
Flagg
Huntington
Keeler .
Thoreau
Torrey .
White .
No. 16
Songs of nature
In the days of Audubon
Bird jingles
Woodpeckers
Outcasts
Neighbors of field, wood, and stream
A B C of birds
Second book of birds
Lives of the hunted
Wild life near home
No. 17
Songs of nature
In the days of Audubon
Bird jingles
Woodpeckers
Outcasts
Neighbors of field, wood, and stream
A B C of birds
Second book of birds
Lives of the hunted
Wild life near home
NO. I8
Fresh fields
Locusts and wild honey
Wake Robin
Winter sunshine
A year among the trees
Studies of trees in winter
Our native trees
The Maine woods
A rambler’s lease
Natural history of Selborne
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Burroughs
Eckstorm
Wright
& &
Baskett
Blanchan
Burroughs
Chapman
Lange .
Thoreau
Torrey
Wright
Chapman
Milier .
& &
Wright
{ {
No. 19
The Waldstein Zăbrary
Squirrels and other fur bearers
Woodpeckers
Birdcraft
Citizen bird
Dogtown
Flowers and ferns in their haunts
Four-footed Americans
Friendship of nature
Tommy Anne
Wabeno
No. 20
The Stamford Labrary
Story of the birds
Bird neighbors
Birds and poets
Year in the fields
Bird life (colored plates)
Our native birds
A week on the Concord and Merrimack rivers
Birds in the bush
Birdcraft
Flowers and ferns in their haunts
No. 21
The Dorothy Zibrary
Bird life (colored edition)
Bird ways r
First book of birds
In nesting time
Second book of birds
Little brothers of the air
Upon the tree tops
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
Tommy Anne
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Baskett
Bolles .
Burroughs .
Chapman
Seton
Sharp
Van Dyke .
Wright
Thoreau
&
Burroughs
Chapman
Fraser .
{ {
Gibson
Roberts
Seton
( &
Wright
No. 22
The Louise Library
Story of the birds
Chocorua’s tenants
Birds and poets
Bird life
Biography of a grizzly
Wild life near home
Fisherman’s luck
Little rivers
Bird craft
Friendship of nature
No. 23
The Thoreau Zzörary for Teachers
Autumn
Cape Cod
Early spring in Massachusetts
Excursions
Maine woods
Miscellanies
Summer
Walden
Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
Winter
No. 24
The Sunniholme Library
Audubon
Squirrels and other fur bearers
Bird life (colored plates)
Mooswa
Outcasts
Eye spy
Kindred of the wild
Lives of the hunted
Wild animals I have known
Friendship of nature
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Bolles .
Bryant .
Burroughs
& &
4 &
Clark *
Longfellow .
Lowell .
Whittier
Blanchan
( &
& &
Cheney
Dugmore
Long
Burroughs
s &
Chapman
Mathews
Merriam g
Weed & Dearborn
No. 25
The Recitation Library
Chocorua’s tenants
Poems
A B C book of birds
Birds and poets
Songs of nature
Bird jingles
Hiawatha
Poems
Poems
Poems
No. 26
Bird neighbors
Birds that hunt and are hunted
How to attract the birds
Wood notes wild
Bird homes
Following the deer
School of the woods
Secrets of the woods
Ways of wood folk
Wilderness ways
Wood folk at school
No. 27
Birds and poets
Locusts and wild honey
Pepacton
Squirrels and other fur-bearers
Wake Robin ©
Winter sunshine
Bird life
Familiar features of the roadside
Birds of village and field
Birds in their relation to man
36
Clark
Judd
Miller
Morley
Blanchan
Chapman
Long
Miller
Seton
Wright
Bignell
Blanchan
Clark
Judd
Lanier .
No. 28
Helen James Library
Birds in natural colors v I & 2 January to De-
cember 1897 -
Birds in natural colors v 3 & 4 January to De-
cember 1898
Birds in natural colors v 5 & 6 January to De-
cember 1899
Birds in natural colors v 7 & 8 January to De-
cember 1900
Birds in natural colors v 9 & Io January to De-
cember 1901
Birds in natural colors v II & I2 January to
December Igo2
Bird jingles
A B C of birds
True bird stories
Bee people
No. 29
The Jeannette Library
Birds and nature v 7 & 8 January to December
I900
Birds and nature v 9 & Io January to December
I90I
Birds and nature v II & I2 January to Decem-
ber 1902
Bird neighbors
Bird life
Little brother to the bear
First book of birds
Second book of birds
Lobo, Rag and Vixen
Tommy-Anne
No. 30
Sunny-day Library
Mr Chupes and Miss Jenny
Bird neighbors
Bird jingles
A B C of birds
Bob : the story of our mocking bird
37
Longfellow
Miller
Morley
Parsons
Roberts
Bignell
Miller
Pierson
Swinton
Wright
( &
& &
Swinton
Wright
& &
{ {
& &
Bignell
Miller
& &
( &
Swinton
Wright
Poems
True bird stories
Bee people -
How to know the wild flowers
Heart of the ancient wood
No. 3 I
Half-hour Reading Library No. 1
Mr Chupes and Miss Jenny
Four-handed folk
True bird stories
Among the farmyard people
Among the pond people
Readings in nature’s book .
Seaside and wayside No I
& & & & ( &
& & ( & & & & &
& & & & ( & & &
:
No. 32
Half-hour Reading Library No. 2
Mr Chupes and Miss Jenny
First book of birds
Four-handed folk
Second book of birds
True bird stories
Readings in nature’s book
Seaside and wayside No I
& & ( & &
& & & & & & & &
& & & & & & 6 &
:
No. 33
The Half-hour Reading Library No. 3
Mr Chupes and Miss Jenny
First book of birds
Four-handed folk
Second book of birds
True bird stories
Readings in nature's book
Seaside and wayside No I
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Blanchan
Burroughs
Clark
Judd
Longfellow
Roberts
Swinton
Wright
( &
Blanchan
Burroughs
Lanier
Miller
Morley
Parsons
Seton
Wright
& ©
{ {
Burroughs
Long
{{
Parsons
Pierson
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Seton
No. 34
Rainy-day Library No. 1
Bird neighbors
Squirrels and other fur-bearers
Bird jingles
A B C of birds
Poems
Heart of the ancient wood
Readings in nature's book
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
Tommy-Anne
N
No. 35
Rainy-day Library No. 2
Bird neighbors
Squirrels and other fur-bearers
Bob : the story of our mocking bird
True bird stories
Bee people
How to know the wild flowers
Lobo, Rag and Vixen
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
Tommy-Anne
No. 36
Wood Folks Library No. 1
Squirrels and other fur-bearers
Little brother to the bear
School of the woods
Secrets of the woods
Ways of wood folk
Wilderness ways
How to know the wild flowers
Among the farmyard people
Among the pond people
Biography of a grizzly
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Burroughs
Long
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Parsons
Pierson
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Seton
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Bignell
Blanchan
Lanier
Longfellow
Miller
Morley
Seton
Swinton
Wright
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Bignell
Blanchan
Lanier
Longfellow
Miller
Morley
Seton
,Swinton
Wright
No. 37
Wood Folks Library No. 2
Squirrels and other fur-bearers
School of the woods
Secrets of the woods
Ways of wood folk
Wilderness ways
How to know the wild flowers
Among the farmyard people
Among the pond people
Biography of a grizzly
Lobo, Rag and Vixen
No. 38
Springtiinc Library
Mr Chupes and Miss Jenny
Bird neighbors
Bob : the story of our mocking bird
Poems
Four-handed folk
Bee people'
Lobo, Rag and Vixen
Readings in nature's book
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
No. 39
Spring lime Library
Mr Chupes and Miss Jenny
Bird neighbors
Bob : the story of our mocking bird
Poems
Four-handed folk
Bee people
Lobo, Rag and Vixen
Readings in nature’s book
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
4O
Burroughs
Chapman
Lanier
Longfellow
Parsons
Wright
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Clark
Hardinge
Judd
Keyser
Lanier
Miller
Patterson
Pearson
Robinson
Seton
Abbott
Bignell
Buckley
Lange
Miller
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Wood
No. 40
Esther Judson Library
Birds and nature v I & 2 January to December
1897
Birds and nature v 3 & 4 January to December
1898
Birds and nature v 5 & 6 January to December
I899 -
Squirrels and other fur-bearers
Bird life
Bob : the story of our mocking bird
Poems
How to know the wild flowers
Citizen bird
Four-footed Americans
No. 41
Busy Bee Library
Bird jingles
With the wild flowers
A B C of birds
In bird land
Bob : the story of our mocking bird
Four-handed folk
Dickey Downy
Stories of bird life
In New England fields and woods
Lobo, Rag and Vixen
No. 42
Tree-top Library
The birds about us }
Travels on a tree-top
Mr Chupes and Miss Jenny
My woodland intimates
Life and her children
Our native birds
In nesting time
True bird stories
Upon the tree-tops
Our bird allies
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STEREOPTICON LECTURES
The Audubon Society has also loaned to the Connecticut
Public Library committee three sets of lantern slides.
A lecture will be sent with each set and will be useful in
explaining the pictures.
A lantern is also furnished.
The sets, lectures, and apparatus will be loaned to all ap-
plicants under the following regulations: -
I. The slides will be sent in the order of application.
2. All expense, including transportation, will be borne
by the Connecticut Library committee.
3. In no case shall the use of the slides be permitted at
any gathering where an admission fee is charged.
4. A report shall be made to the chairman of the Library
committee on a blank to be supplied.
Application for the slides, lectures, and lantern should
be made to Charles D. Hine, Room 96, Capitol, Hartford.
LIST OF STEREOPTICON SLIDES
i. Facts about birds that concern the farmer — A lecture
of particular interest to sportsmen and agriculturists, illus-
trated with nearly seventy lantern slides of Insect-eating
Birds, Birds of Prey, Game Birds, and Water Fowls.
ii. The birds about home — A lecture suited to schools
or mixed audiences, illustrated by seventy colored slides of
the most interesting birds of garden, orchard, wood, or by-
way. -
iii. The adventures of a robin
for children under ten, illustrated by twenty-five colored
slides.
A short story-lecture
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BIRD CHARTS
Through the Connecticut Board of Education the Audu-
lbon Society offers sets of Bird Charts for the use of teachers
under the conditions that control the traveling libraries. Each
set consists of two charts, mounted for hanging, upon which
the birds are figured in their natural size and colors, and two
explanatory books. j
PICTURES
Chart No. I
American goldfinch
American robin
Baltimore Oriole
Barn swallow
Black and white warbler
Blue bird
Rlue jay
Bobolink
Catbird
Cedar bird
Chickadee
Chimney swift
Chipping sparrow
Downy woodpecker
Cardinal
Chestnut-sided warbler
Chewink
Cowbird
Bay-winged bunting
Black-throated green warbler
Brown thrasher
Yellow-billed cuckoo
Red-headcq woodpecker
Whippoorwill
Phoebe
Wood pewee
Least fly-catcher
Flicker
Golden-crowned kinglet
House wren
Kingbird
Purple finch
Red-eyed vireo
Ruby-throated hummingbird
Red-winged blackbird
Scarlet tanager
Song sparrow
Wood thrush
Yellow warbler
Total, 26
Chart No. II
Bronzed grackle
Rose-breasted grosbeak
Indigo bunting
Tree swallow
Warbling vireo
Yellow-throated vireo
Pine warbler
Oven-bird
Yellow throat
Redstart
White-bellied nuthatch
Veery or Wilson's thrush
Total, 26
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APPROPRIATE SELECTIONS FOR BIRD DAY
Swallow Children’s poems Celia Thaxter p. 36
Sandpiper * & ( & II.3
Birds’ orchestra ( & & & I27
Yellow-bird - • * & & I32
Butcher bird - * & & & I37
Great white owl & s * * & I42
Bluebirds in autumn & & & & I6I
Robin's rain song 4 & & & I7o
Robin “. ( & I75
Sparrows & & & & I99
Ringfisher s & { { 208
Wounded curlew ( & & S 2IO
Chickadee & & & 6 25O
What Robin told All the year round Part III Spring 62
Bird trades Lovejoy's Nature in verse 73
Little doves . . ; - • 74
Ragged Robin * { 76
A bird's nest {{ 79
Brother Robin - & & 80
Robin * • & 82
Don’t kill the birds s & 83
Robert of Lincoln s & 86
Happy bird & 4 - I66
Bird with bosom red & & 254
Snowbird • S 272
Snowbird’s song - a & 273
Come here, Little Robin * { 275
What the snowbirds said § { 276
Our Sir Robin e ( & 278
Birds are singing t
round my window Open Sesame Vol. II 289
Little wrens Easy steps for little feet 65
Little birds & & 78
Robin Redbreast Normal course in reading Second reader 48
Jolly old crow Golden book of choice reading 76
Little birdie ( & QI
Whô stole the bird’s
IneSt Verse and prose for beginners 32
Birds in summer Todd and Powell's Fourth reader I66
To a humming bird ( & 187
Skylark & & IQ4
Brown thrush Normal course Alternate Second reader Io2
Bluebird Halleck's Poems 224
Bluebird Normal course Fifth reader II7
Partridge Field's Second book of verse I53
Shadows of birds Helen Hunt Jackson's Poems . II6
Robin's other name Riley's Poems 2I
Nest Lowell’s Heartsease 78
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Bird and the ship
Emperor's bird’s nest
Robin
Bluebird
Bluebird
My neighbors
Bluebird
Frogs at school
Fly
A bird’s nest
Longfellow 263
& & *. 29
Whittier's Poems 458
Aldrich See Spring in N. E.
E. H. Miller Whittier's child life
& C Coates’ Children's book of
poetry
George Cooper
Theodore Tilton
Hurdis Dugmore's Bird homes