I recently observed a robin boring for grubs in a country dooryard. It is a common enough sight to witness one seize an angleworm, and drag it from its burrow in the turf, but I am not sure that I ever before saw one drill for grubs, and bring the big white morsel to the surface. The robin I am speaking of had a nest of young in a maple near by, and she worked the neighborhood very industriously for food. She would run along over the short grass after the manner of robins, stopping every few feet, her form stiff and erect. Now and then she would suddenly bend her head toward the ground, and bring eye or ear for a moment to bear intently upon it. Then she would spring to boring the turf vigorously with her bill, changing her attitude at each stroke, alert and watchful, throwing up the grass roots and little jets of soil, stabbing deeper and deeper, growing every moment more and more excited, till finally a fat grub is seized, and brought forth. Time after time, during several days, I saw her mine for grubs in this way, and drag them forth. How did she know where to drill? The insect was in every case an inch below the surface. Did she hear it gnawing the roots of the grasses, or did she see a movement in the turf beneath which the grub was at work?—I know not. I only know that she struck her game unerringly each time. Only twice did I see her make a few thrusts, and then desist, as if she had been for the moment deceived.—Outing.