Bird lore - Project Puffin

The Audubon Societies 335
FOR AND FROM ADULT AND YOUNG
OBSERVERS
Vireo, Vireo,
Where do you go
When the summer's done
And the winter's begun?
Where do you go,
Vireo, Vireo?
VIREO
Vireo, Vireo,
Where do you go?
Do you wander all night,
With no shelter in sight?
Where do you go,
Vireo, Vireo?
-Doris E. Fernald (Age lo years), Jackson, N. H.
IHib FiclLKE MAtvhs HEK LOOK. SMALLER THAN SHE ACTUALLY IS
A MOTHER NIGHTHAWK AND HER NESTLINGS
I have spent a great many summer evenings watching the Nighthawks in
their erratic flights for insects, and Hstening to their loud nasal peent and the
booming sound said to be the rush of air through their wings. When they
came down low enough for me to distinguish the large white spot on each
wing, their broad wing-spread made them look like such large birds that I
often wished I might see them at close range. This last summer of 191 5, my
wish was gratified. A friend told me of the nesting-place of the bird, and I
quickly availed myself of the opportunity of visiting it. A stranger place
could not be imagined for a wild bird's nest. On the ground on some waste