Then he darts out, seizes one, and returns to the same perch, flipping the tail, raising the little crest, and calling 'Phoebe--p-h-o-e-b-e,' in a very anxious voice.
"Phoebe is a hardy Flycatcher, who journeys north in March to tell us spring is coming, and it takes a hard frost to send him away again.
Even then he does not hurry off toward the tropics like the ardent Kingbird, but lingers all winter in the Southern States." The Phoebe Length seven inches.

Wings hardly any longer than the tail.
Upper parts deep olive-brown, darkest on the head; bill and feet black.
Under parts dull white, with a grayish or yellowish tinge.
A Citizen of North America east of the plains and north to Canada, nesting from South Carolina northward, and wintering in the Southern States.
A useful and pleasant neighbor, who likes our society, often nesting in sheds and under porches.
A member of the guild of Sky Sweepers, who also works with the Tree Trappers.
THE WOOD PEWEE "Among all the other Flycatchers, big, little, and least, I can only tell you of one more, and will choose the Wood Pewee as being the one most likely to interest you.
"This morning in the wood lane I saw a pair that were surely nest-building, and I wondered if they were not the great-great- grandchildren of those who lived there when I was a boy.

The Pewee's nest is very pretty--almost as dainty as the Hummingbird's.

I will try to find it for you as we go back this afternoon." "Then the Wood Pewee builds late, like the Cedar Waxwing and Goldfinch ?" said Rap.

"Yes, rather late; about the first or second week in June.