The Wood Thrush 87 morning the nest was empty. Whether the mother bird, too, was car- ried off is not known. She was not again seen about the place. The art of the bird in the new site was at fauh in more than one respect ; the moss that served to conceal her nest upon the gray mossy rock only emphasized it and made it conspicuous upon the new yellow timber. A phcebe's nesting sites The Wood Thrush He has a coat of cinnamon brown. The brightest on his head and crown, A very low cut vest of white That shines like satin in the light, And on his breast a hundred spots, As if he wore a veil with dots ; With movement quick and full of grace, The highbred manner of his race; A very prince of birds is he Whose form it is a joy to see. And music — was there ever heard A sweeter song from any bird ? Now clarion -like, so loud and clear, Now like a whisper low and near, And now, again, with rhythmic swells And tinkling harmony of bells. He seems to play accompaniment Upon some harp -like instrument. (i.ARRKir NKWKIRK
