A Year With the Birds

y's song which are disagreeable. I allude to the sip, sip, sip, sip, which the Canary intersperses with his more musical and rolling notes. The whole song of the Indigo-Bird is but a repetition of the sip, sip, of the Canary, modified by the addition of another note, like sip-see, sip-see, sip-see, sip- see, repeated four or five times very moderately, with a few unimportant intervening notes. Neither has the song of the Indigo-Bird so much rapidity as Nuttall ascribes to it. His notes, though not slow, are but little more rapid than those of the Robin. He has the merit, however, of being one of the few of our birds that sing persistently at noonday. THE SUMMER YELLOW-BIRD. There is no common feature in our New England domestic landscape more remarkable than the frequent rows of willows which have at different times been planted by the sides of roads where they pass over wet meadows. The air is never sweeter, not even in a grove of lindens, than the vernal breezes that are constantly playing among the willows, when they are hung with golden aments, and swarming with bees and butterflies. Here, flitting among the soft foliage of these trees after the middle of May, you will never fail to meet the little Summer Yellow-Bird, whose plumage is so near the color of the willow-blossoms that they almost conceal it from observation. The Summer Yellow-Bird is one of that incomparable tribe of warblers, comprehended under the general nameof sylvians, that frequents famili...