Identifier: alabamabirddaybo1918alab (find matches)
Title: Alabama bird day book
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Alabama. Dept. of Game and Fish Alabama. Dept. of Conservation
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: Montgomery, Ala. : Dept. of Game and Fish
Contributing Library: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library

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ngthe air for their fare of insects, but as night approaches they returnto the chimney. The note is a continuous and not unmusical twit-tering uttered while on the wing and also within the depths of thechimney. The nest is made of small sticks or twigs glued to thesides of a chimney and each other by the birds saliva. The threeto five white eggs are long and narrow. m SCARLET TANAGER ♦©♦■ THE scarlet tanager is scarlet entirely, except the wings and tail;the female is greenish-yellow and blackish. These beautifulbirds are found in open woods, but they often come out in fields,parks, orchards and in yards when feeding. Besides berries andseeds, they live upon quantities of insects, frequently catching themon the wing in true flycatcher style. The song resembles that ofthe robin, but is harsher, less varied and higher pitched. Theymake their nests loosely of twigs and rootlets, on lower branchesof trees; the eggs are four in number, and are pale bluish-green,spotted with brown. I
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wo< si at Hi S3 < XI J I •P Alabama, ipi8. 35 THE SCARLET TANAGER ■♦^♦■ WHY seems the world so fair today?I sought the magic wood,Where stately trees in fresh arrayAnd silent beauty stood. And lo! within a dim, green bower A brilliant blossom hung.But, suddenly, my scarlet flower Jet wings to the breezes flung! To his olive mate he called, Ship-chur! And he sang to her, hidden away.The robin-like song of the tanager, A rhythmical roundelay. —A. B. B. 4^ A 4XTO A RED BIRD THOU merry-hearted sorcerer of song!Why hide there in the summer of the tree ?Come down, and let me bind you with the throngOf poppies proud, surcharged with envying thee.Oh! would that I, like you, could rise and float.Bestirred with glowing cinders haply thrownInto your singing. Is your ruddy noteA spark old Vulcan, cursing, died to own?Or did a ruby, crazed with long unrest.Escape from crown and king for you? Why start,—Ah! did you think the secret never guessedTill now, so rapturous living in y

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