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feathers had opened more, white particles of the sheaths lying untidily on their 

 black feathers. But it was their actions when handled that were changed. At 

 first thev had lain quietl\-. allowing me to handle them without resistance. Now 

 all was changed, and the\- plainly showed their resentment. 



Alay 22, I made my last visit to the nest. As I approached, the old birds 

 flew about, cawing, x^s I climbed the tree, I could see the young birds standing 

 on the edge of the nest, looking over at me. They were sleek, well-feathered 

 fellows that might have passed for adult birds, had it not been for the undersized 

 wings and tail, and the blue-gray eyes. When I reached the nest, the birds 

 backed off onto a convenient limb, glancing at me and the ground in turn, as 

 if trying to decide which was the lesser of two evils. Finally, the bolder decided 

 in favor of flight. The other waited, and I was in hopes of getting his picture, 

 but before I was ready he fluttered down. Once on the ground, he proceeded, 

 with stately tread, to wander off through the bushes. Thus it was, after four 

 weeks of life in their nest, that the young Crows set out on their first expedition 

 into the world. 



BLUE-HEADED VIREO ON NEST 

 Photographed by Ansel B. Miller, at Springs, Pa., June 16, 1908 



