. La vie sauvage près de la maison . ld croyez à la lumière du jour que cette bosse bosse, déchiquetée, dozingon de la clôture ou le toit de la cuisine, pourrait jouer l'album si astucieusement dans l'obscurité ? Malade le 25 avril, avant que les arbres soient infoliés, j'ai entendu la première vraie note de bois de thespring. Il venait des grands chênes au-delà du jardin. CTEAR, Clear, Clear up!^ il a sonné, pur, sans dompter et rapide. Le vireo solitaire !c'était son sifflet, inimitable, inimitable ; et même si je ne l'avais pas vu depuis juillet dernier, je hur-ried aux bois, sûr qu'il me saluerait. Solitary est le plus grand, le plus rare, le plus tameux, le plus doux-vo

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. Wild life near home . ld believe inthe daylight that this limp, ragged lump, dozingupon the fence or the kitchen roof, could playthe spook so cleverly in the dark ? Ill On the 25th of April, before the trees were inleaf, I heard the first true wood-note of thespring. It came from the tall oaks beyond thegarden. CTear, clear, clear up!^ it rang, pure, untamed, and quickening. The solitary vireo !It was his whistle, inimitable, unmistakable ; andthough I had not seen him since last July, I hur-ried out to the woods, sure he would greet me. Solitary is the largest, rarest, tamest, andsweetest-voiced of the vireos. I soon found himhigh in the tops of the trees ; but I wanted him[155] nearer. He would not descend. So I chasedhim, stoning and mocking him even, till, at last, he came down to the bushes and showed me hisbig blue head, white eye-rings, wing-bars, andyellow-washed sides. He did more than show himself: he sang forme. Within ten feet of me, he began a quietlittle warble of a tenderness and contentment I. It was a love-song never heard before. Such variety of notes, suchsweetness of melody, such easy, unconscious ren-dering ! It was a love-song, but sung all tohimself, for he knew that theie was no gentleheart to listen this side of Virginia. He sang to his own happy heart as pure and sweet a songas the very angels know. Solitary disappeared from that day. I con-cluded he had gone to heavier, wilder woods tonest. It was late in June that, passing throughthis brush-land, I saw hanging from an oak sap-ling, just above my head, a soft, yellowish basket.It was a vireos nest; but it was too large, toodowny, too yellow for Eed-eye. There were nobunches of white spider-webs upon it, such asRed-eye hangs all over his nest. I stepped asidefor a better view, and had just caught the glintof a large, white-ringed eye peering over thenests edge at me, when, off in the woods behindme, the noon hush was startled by Solitaryswhistle—a round, pure, pearly note that brokethe qu

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