PROFESSIONAL FLY-CATCHING 



for half an hour, but got some quite good snapshots, 

 as she perched on dead stubs where the sunhght hap- 

 pened to strike on her through the leaves. 



Then we turned our attention to the nest and Ned's 

 sharp eyes were the first to discover that the whole 

 bottom had fallen out and one of the young had 

 tumbled through, had become entangled, and dangled 

 dead from the bottom of the nest. Nothing was left 

 of it but the rim and the other youngster was perched 

 upon that. I failed to get any satisfactory photograph, 

 as the only possible location for the camera was too 

 far away to show so small an object, and the brittle 

 locust limb would not bear one's weight. The next 

 time I went by, the dead young one had disappeared. 

 The other stayed on the rim of the nest or the branch 

 for some days. Then came a terrific wind and thunder 

 storm, and the next day, when I passed, the youngster 

 was gone, probably blown off and drowned, poor thing! 



There is another flycatcher closely related to the 

 Wood Pewee, the Olive-sided Flycatcher, which we 

 may look for only in the migrations as it usually goes 

 further north to breed. It looks much like the Wood 

 Pewee, but is larger, nearly the size of the Crested 

 Flycatcher. It is rather rare and I have only met with 

 it a few times, generally seeing it chasing flies from some 

 perch in a high tree on the edge of woods or along 

 a shaded, retired road. 



Except for the Kingbird and Crested Flycatcher, all 

 our flycatchers are dull-colored gray and white birds, 



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