Notes on the Winter Birds of San Antonio, Texas

in quick succession until the woods resound. And then the Hermits -from all sides their songs come, pure and bubbling, not slow and bell-like as the Wood Thrush nor fast and rolling like the Veery, but a perfect blending of bell tones and flute4ike trills, soft or loud with the bird's varying mood. The dusk deepens, and the chorus increases till all the shadowy forest is echoing with deliciously clear music. Then, as darkness falls, they hush one by one; the sky fades over the western mountain; a Great Blue Heron flaps heavily up the lake and over the now silent forest, and far up the valley the "Whoo-hoo-hoo-ahI" of the Barred Owl floats down to us, mellowed by distance, telling that night has come. 31⁄20 Adams St., Milton, Mass.