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224 cat, she scolded big policeman-dog, Rob Roy, who was really guarding her family. She scolded every human body about the place. She even scolded that bird-bully, Mr. Blue Jay. He didn't get to come near her eggs! Plucky little Mama Wren! She is the gritty little terrier of the bird world.

Only the blue jay can rival the wren as a scold. A handsome fellow he is, in six shades of blue, black, white and dove color. He has a crested head, stout bill, excited wings, a terrible squalling voice and stamping feet. He is always ready for a scrap. He is a good deal of a blusterer, and one pair of blue jays is quite enough for the peace of a small garden. He'll tell you who he is as soon as he comes, by squalling his name: "Jay, Jay, Jay!"

The king-bird is as trim as you please in a coat of iron gray, a pearl bib and an orange-red patch on his head. He cries: "Ky-rie, Ky-ky, ki-yi," much like a very small yelping dog. He is a cousin of the phoebe and wood-pewee, belonging to the fly-catcher family. Old red-head, the dark-blue, black and white wood pecker, with the red hood, just chuckles and drums. His cousin, the flicker, or golden-wing or yellow-hammer, laughs and chatters and drums, and plays tag around tree trunks. You can always know the woodpeckers by their drumming, the big black crows by their cawing, the scary-eyed owls by their who-who-ing, the doves by their mourning, the cuckoos and the jays by their calling their own names.

You will have to have very sharp eyes and ears to see the butterfly hovering of the humming bird—ruby-throat —and to hear its tiny mouse-like squeak. And among the noisy orchard orioles in the apple trees, the quaker-brown-and-fawn colored cedar birds are apt to pass unnoticed. You may know them by the brown crest on the head, the black spectacles around the eyes, and the row of red, wax-like spots across the wing tips. They are also called cherry-birds and wax-wings. They have no song, only a call note, and soft, polite, talking tones. Their manners are as beautiful as those of the blue-birds. They dress each other's coats with the sweetest little bows and lisping apologies,