Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1932-09-26
Random Nature notes:

RANDOM Nature nOCeS.
Score up another good point for the
morning glory vine-the cardinal bird
loves it.
The other morning a vivid glow of
scarlet attracted our attention.
The spot Of brightness was atop a
section Of fence heavily covered with
morning glories.
Then it moved!
1t was Cardinal cardinals, bright
est, and, many think, most beautiful
Of our birds
He sat for long time amid the
leaves, and then flew away, only to
return presently to his perch.
Since that day he has returned to
the morning glory vines almost every
evening, just about dusk Just what he
does there, besides enjoy the view, we
are not prepared to say.
More observation may reveal his pur-
pose, but one may suspect that it is
nothing but the enjoyment of good
perch on solid wire amid fresh green
leaves.
There Is a cardinal climber vine
there, too, but the bright bird devotes
little Of his attention to 1t, despite its
name, which, of course, means abso-
lutely nothing to him.
What relief that must be, to have
names mean nothing to you!
Names and human beings 60 to-
gether, OF course, but there are times
In the modern scenes when one de-
voutedly wishes that names might be
abandoned for spell
Names, labels, tend to hold mankind
apart, keeping them firm in their diff
ferent thinking, instead of accenting
their agreements
Upon occasion one may think that
what the world needs most is a new
list OF names, sort of verbal reform,
in which old hates and dislikes might
have an opportunity to evaporate,
while the multitudes of men, brothers,
put their shoulders to the wheel of
life together.
What litter OF walnut shells the
squirrels are making these DAYS!
At some point in the suburban areas.
especially beneath walnut trees, broken
shells fairly litter the sidewalks.
A careful housewife informed us the
other morning, as We proceeded to work.
that she swept the walk in front of her
home twice a day, but that nobody
would know it,
The black stains from the shells can
not be washed of, but remain on con-
crete until time and many rains shall
remove them.
Little do the bushy-tailed rodents
care for that, they are so busy in the
trees, with their perpetual eating and
jabbering.
Many of them seem to possess a posi-
tive dislike for human beings who walk
beneath their habitatS.
They begin to jaw and bark, in their
queer way, when a pedestrian ap-
proacheS. and often will follow him
through the trees for so feet or more.
continually grating their teeth at him
This curious noise is best put in print
as "crek"
Crek-crek!
1t is the squirrel language for dis
agreeable sequence of syllables which,
in English, rather impolitely requests
person to move on"
This series of crashing imprecations
Is hurled at man, dog and cat indis-
criminately
Once we saw squirrel hanging about
q dozen feet up the side of tree. head
down, clinging by its hind paws, and
literally shaking it's forepaws, or fists,
at big yellow house cat.
The latter sat immovable, mildly as
founded at the unusual attitude and
unreasonable language of the rodent.
Tales continue to come from the outer
suburbs of hundred squirrels seen in
one yard. and at least as many robins
feasting on lawn after the grass has
been sprinkled.
These stories may be taken with two
grains Of salt. A hundred, either of
squirrels or robins, is little too much,
but almost any suburbanite may point
with pride to score or more of either.
When the weather grows colder the
squirrels will appear in even larger
numbers.
After the first frost their coats grow