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lized that they were so red hot. In spite of the discomfort. 

 I had to laugh as I likened myself to a turkey in the oven; 

 the worst of it was I was being baked only on one side; I 

 could not turn over because my warbler had returned and 

 was watching me closely before going to the nest. At the 

 end of about fifteen minutes, by which time I was "well 



Fig. 174. They moved so rapidly that the picture is blurred 

 although it was made in 1-^00 of a second. 



done", she got in just the position I wanted and I snapped 

 the shutter. One such roasting as that was sufficient so I 

 gathered my outfit and retreated. 



It was fortunate that I took the pictures as I did, for 

 when I next returned with my whole battery of cameras and 

 tent, I found that I was a day too late. I no sooner touched 

 the nest than the little black and white fellows slid out in 

 all directions. I think that, possibly with the exception of 

 some little Maryland Yellow-throats, they were the liveliest 

 lot of little birds I have ever handled. I never needed an 



