ses of
blue and white.

"Ah," sighed Aeolus, "let us call them the halcyon birds, for the
lovely Halcyone, whose love did not fail her.

"Let these birds live ever beside the waters and rear their young in
peace and quiet.

"Behold, when Halcyone broods over her little ones I will hold my winds
in check. The waters shall be quiet and the sun shall shine merrily.

"And these days of peace and quiet and happiness shall be called
'halcyon days,' for ever."

ALL ABOUT THE KINGFISHER

SUGGESTIONS FOR FIELD LESSONS

Comes north in early March--remains until December, often throughout
the year.

Song--harsh, discordant, laughing chuckle or rattle--never musical.

Upper parts blue--wings and tail with white markings--lower parts white
with two blue bands across breast--bluish tinge on sides--a white spot
in front of each eye.--Head large and crested--bill longer than
head--feet small.

Food--principally fish which it obtains by diving and kills by striking
against a tree if large, or swallows alive if small.--This food
supplemented by larger insects, shrimps, etc.

Nest--tunnelled out of bank--six to eight feet deep--at the extreme end
of tunnel is the nest made of fish-bones and scales.

Eggs--pure white--four to six in one brood.

THE RED-HEADED WOODPECKER

[Illustration: Woodpecker]

IN CAP OF RED

Phyllis sat in her own room, rocking her doll to sleep. The window was
open and the curtain flapped idly in the breeze.

Presently into the room darted a bird. He was beautifully dressed.
His soft gray uniform was spotted and barred with white.

He did not seem in the least alarmed when he found himself in the room
with Phyllis. He perched on the window-ledge and did not even glance
at the little girl.

In a moment he flew to the ledge above her door. With his strong
little bill he began to rap, rap, rap at the wood.

"You act like a woodpecker, but you do not look like one," said Phyllis.

"That shows that you do not know all about woodpeckers," said the gray,
downy bird. "I belong to the family of red-headed woodpeckers."

"You?" cried Phyllis, amazed. "But where is your red cap, and where is
your white vest, and where is your black coat? You are trying to fool
me, my friend."

"My father and mother have crimson heads and necks and throats. They
have white breasts. They have black backs and wings and tails. When
they fly, the broad white bands on the wings are quite plain to