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Bird -Lore 



RECORD OF A CHIPPING SPARROW'S NEST 



On June 5 of last year I noticed a pair of Chipping Sparrows carrying root- 

 lets and horse hair to a pine tree. I soon located 

 the spot where they were building, and in a few 

 days there was an egg laid. The next day there 

 were three more eggs. In about ten days there were 

 two little Chipping Sparrows hatched, and the 

 next day the other two were hatched. Within 

 two weeks they were out of the nest and had 

 flown away. — James M. Robbins, Haverford, 

 Pennsylvania. 



[The nest of a Chipping Sparrow is often difficult to 

 locate, when built in a pine tree, unless one is fortunate, 

 as was this observer, in seeing the building operations. 

 Variation in size is rather a striking thing to observe in 



^^tIc^x^^ c^^nlr!^^ connection with the nests of Chipping Sparrows. Remember 

 ^^ SPARROW ,,.,..,,. . ,, 1 1 M 1 



Photographed by "°*- ^'' individuals of a species are equally good builders.^ 



James M. Robbins A. H. W.] 



MY WALK WITH A CHIPPING SPARROW 



As I was passing by an ear-leaved magnolia, I heard a flutter of wings in 

 the bush, and whom did I spy but a Chipping Sparrow within a hand's dis- 

 tance of me. I then said, "Now this is my chance to walk with him." After 

 a few minutes of conversation, he flew on the ground to begin his 'insect- 

 hunting' business. The grass in which he was hunting was much taller than 

 he was, and it was so cunning to see him in this condition. 



First he would stand up very tall, to see what was on the other side of the 

 tuft of grass; then suddenly he would give a tremendous leap and land on the 

 other side. I was standing very still, but lost my balance somehow or other, 

 and frightened the little fellow across the driveway. And then of course I 

 went too, and found him still at the same work. 



After a short time he flew to the flower bed near the porch where ferns 

 were planted, and seemed to have a grand time picking insects off of the plants. 



Then suddenly he darted into the air, flying every which way after insects, 

 like a flycatcher. He did this three times, and then another Chippy came along 

 and seemed to disturb my little fellow. Then he flew into a tree and I did not 

 see him again. 



I guess I might have seen him another time, but there are so many Chippies 

 around here that he has not been recognized. — Sarah W. Weaver. 



[How many birds not belonging to the Flycatcher family, now and then, or quite 

 regularly, have the Flycatcher habit of hunting their prey? It is something of a surprise 

 in the fall to watch the handsome Cedar Waxwing pursuing insects from some sightly 

 perch with all the skill and abandon of a true Flycatcher. Jot some of these small items 



