قراءة كتاب Birds and Nature Vol. 10 No. 5 [December 1901]

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Birds and Nature Vol. 10 No. 5 [December 1901]

Birds and Nature Vol. 10 No. 5 [December 1901]

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the echo of thoughts he never clothes in words.”

The vireos are strikingly alike. In habit, in color, in structure, in size and in their home-building peculiarities they resemble each other. Their eggs are similar and “fashioned almost as from the same mold, and colored as if by the same brush.”

The vireos build pensile nests that are ingeniously concealed under the surrounding foliage. They are in the form of a rather deep cup, which is suspended from two or more converging twigs. The materials used in the construction are similar in all cases, though they vary somewhat according to the locality and the abundance of desirable textiles. A favorite substance used by some of the birds is the tough and flexible fibers of the inner bark of trees. Thoreau, speaking of this habit, says: “What a wonderful genius it is that leads the vireo to select the tough fiber of the inner bark instead of the more brittle grasses!”

The White-eyed Vireo has an extensive range, extending over the eastern United States from the Atlantic Ocean to the great plains and from Mexico and Guatemala, where it winters, northward to the borders of British America. It nests practically throughout its range within the United States.

This pert and trim little bird is known by other suggestive names. Because of the character of its nest it is called the “little green hanging bird.” Its song, as translated by boys, has given it the name “chickty-bearer,” or “chickity.” Except when nesting this vireo is unsuspecting and will permit a near approach. Dr. Brewer says that “when whistled to it will often stop and eye you with marked curiosity, and even approach a little nearer, as if to obtain a better view, entirely unconscious of any danger.” Impertinent at all times, they are especially so when the nest is approached. At such times it exhibits great uneasiness, and even its expressive eyes seem to flash. Continually scolding the intruder, it utters “a hoarse mewing that is very peculiar.”


WHITE-EYED VIREO.
(Vireo noveboracensis.)
About Life-size.
FROM COL. F. M. WOODRUFF.

The nest of the White-eyed Vireo is a beautiful structure. It is artistic, durable and a wonderfully pretty home for its beautiful architect. It is seldom placed higher than five feet from the ground. Dr. Brewer thus describes one of these nests. It was “composed of a singular medley of various materials, among which may be noticed broken fragments of dry leaves, bits of decayed wood and bark, coarse blades of grass, various fibers, lichens, fragments of insects, mosses, straws, stems, etc. These were all wrapped round and firmly bound together with strong hempen fibers of vegetables. Within this outer envelope was an inner nest, made of the finer stems of grasses and dry needles of the white pine, firmly interwoven.” There are usually either three or four eggs, which are white and speckled at the larger end, with black or some shade of brown.

Mr. Chapman says: “I have always regretted that the manners of this vireo have been a bar to our better acquaintance, for he is a bird of marked character and with unusual vocal talents. He is a capital mimic, and in the retirement of his home sometimes amuses himself by combining the songs of other birds in an intricate potpourri.”

TO A WHITE-EYED VIREO.

Up there among the maple’s leaves,

One morning bright in May,

A tiny bird I chanced to spy,

And plainly heard him say:

“Sweet, who-are-you?”

“Dost call to me, in words so fair,

O little friend?” I cried;

“Or to some feathered dame up there?”

For answer he replied:

“Sweet, do you hear?”

O yes, I hear you, little bird,

All clad in leafy hue;

And I in turn, would like to ask

The question, “Who are you?”

But you might deem the question vain,

And bid me note your size;

The shading of your dainty coat;

The color of your eyes.

For there I shall my answer find.

Shall you be answered, too?

Will your wee feathered love reply,

When asked, “Sweet, who-are-you?”

—Annie Wakely Jackson.


PLEA OF THE YOUNG EVERGREENS.

We hide the stony mountain side with green,

And grow in beauty where the plain was bare;

We cling to crannies of the walled ravine,

And through faint valleys waft a strengthening air.

On coastings gray we stay the creeping sand;

We lift our spears and halt the shifting dunes;

Our bounteous youth makes glad the scanty land,

While it transforms rank fens, and salt lagunes.

We veil the prairies from the heat, while slow

Across their farmsteads breathes our Summer balm,

And shield them when the winds of Winter blow,

And all our aisles and pleasant rooms are calm.

Through charming days we spread our branches wide,

And live through drouths, and floods, and whirling storms,

Till comes to man his merry Christmas tide,

That lays in myriad deaths our fairest forms.

Men drag us from our fragrant winding vales,

They fell us on the mountain slopes, and bare

The prairies unto heat, and freezing gales,

And thinned, the chaparral plains fail unaware.

They tear us from the wall-chinks of the glens,

And hew us on the marsh we helped to drain,

And where our beauty graced, the tawny fens

Shall lapse to weeds and sworded flags again.

Up coastings, line the lisping, creeping sands,

While inland move the dunes we bravely stayed,

When we are borne away by wasteful hands,

To tower in rooms, with lights and gifts arrayed.

Spare us!—oh! spare our youth, with verdure crowned—

Our groves return to deserts when we pass;

The coasts which we revived, in sands are drowned;

Bare slopes but yield their stones and bitter-grass.

Spare us! we bring you beauty, shelter, wealth,

Oh! waste us not. Oh! keep with guiltless show

The Holy Time; and life, and joy, and health,

Be gifts to you, while winds of Winter blow.

—Eliza Woodworth.


RIVOLI HUMMINGBIRD.
(Eugenes fulgens.)
FROM COL. CHI. ACAD. SCIENCES
CHICAGO COLORTYPE CO.


THE RIVOLI HUMMINGBIRD.
(Eugenes fulgens.)

In that wonderful and magnificent

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