THE COTTAGE BY THE WOOD.

It was my good fortune to spend some months in a cozy little cottage in

a suburban district, the natural surroundings of which were such as to

at once appeal to a naturalist, aside from furnishing ample opportunity

for rest and quiet. The large lawn belonging to the property, with its

abundance of shade trees, fronted on the main avenue of a populous

corporate town, while in the rear was a strip of woodland, which in turn

was bordered by a clearing covered mainly by briars and thick low

bushes, its whole length being intersected by a winding brook.

Birds in the locality were quite numerous and some of them showed

remarkable tameness. During the hours of night time, giving voice as it

were to the weird lights and shadows around the house, we could hear the

mournful ditty of a screech owl whose home was in a nearby hickory tree,

while the first gray streak of each returning dawn was heralded by the

sweet songs of the robins. Flickers were frequently seen hopping around

in the grass near the roots of various trees; the notes of the

yellow-billed cuckoo were also heard in the thick foliage of the maples:

redeyed vireos kept up a continual warbling all day long and doubtless

had a nest in the vicinity, as we observed the mother bird feeding two

very young ones; the latter being perched in a low bush in the yard. The

happy song of the house wrens was always in evidence and three nests

were built under the porch roof. I personally observed one of the broods

leaving the nest and was surprised to see two of their number climb up

the straight trunk of a wild cherry tree—genuine woodpecker fashion—for

a distance of twelve or fifteen feet, where the limbs began to branch

out. However, they arrived at the top safely and remained there for the

balance of the day.

Humming birds often came and hovered over the many beautiful flowers in

the yard, and sometimes consented to alight for a few minutes for our

benefit. On one of these occasions a party of five (including my baby

daughter) approached to within three feet of the flower stalk upon which

our little visitor was perched; still it sat there, turning its wee head

this way and that, looking at us with fearless unconcern. At last it

gave a sharp chirp, flew, and was soon lost to sight. On one occasion in

the early morning, we were greeted with the familiar call “Bob White,”

which seemed to come from the woods in the rear of the yard. The call

was repeated several times, but we were unable to discover the author of

it. A tree of fine red cherries proved a great attraction for cat birds

and other feathered fruit lovers. But what we considered the greatest

privilege, and one which was exceedingly enjoyed, was the daily greeting

of the wood thrushes during the breakfast hour. What could be more

charming than to sit leisurely eating the morning meal and all the while

listening to the sweet, clear strains of the loveliest bird songs

pouring from the throats of the russet-brown vocalists just outside the

kitchen window, peal after peal, in endless volume and variation. In

addition to the birds already mentioned we sometimes heard the shrill

scream of the blue jay, also the notes of the king birds and crested

flycatchers, while from the distance, floating to us from across some

field or meadow, came the morning praises of a meadow lark or the well

known call of the kildeer. The crows also added their deep caw-caw-caw

to the chorus of woodland voices. The clearing above referred to proved

to be the home of two or three species of the warbler family, and a walk

through the vicinity the following winter revealed a number of nests.

They were all placed low, and one of them showed every indication of

having been built and occupied by an oven bird.

The usual wild flowers of the season were abundant and the surrounding

country at large was admirably suited for exploration and research;

hence our sojourn at the “Cottage” was one of great pleasure and

instruction.

Berton Mercer.

[Illustration: SILVER-SPOT BUTTERFLY.

(Argynnis nitocris nigra-caerulea).

Life-size.

FROM COL. MRS WILMATTE PORTER COCKERELL.]

Top row:

Female, upper surface.

Male, upper surface.

Bottom row:

Female, under surface.

Male, under surface.

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