THE OOLOGIST 



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almost impossible to tell which is 

 which, (how often have I listened to It 

 standing entranced with every nerve 

 strained and keeping on watch to see 

 the bird when lo' the male Hooded 

 would fly up on some nearby tree and 

 break the spell.) The song is so pene- 

 trating that you can't tell where it 

 comes from. You may think it is over- 

 head when it is feeding on the ground 

 (where most of its feeding it done) in 



bird) the White-eyed Vireo, Maryland 

 Yellow-throat and the chatter of the 

 Carolina Chickadee and an occasion- 

 al hoot of some Owl comes from the 

 distance. Such are the sounds that 

 greet you when you enter the haunts 

 of the Swainson Warbler. But I am 

 getting away from my subject. Now 

 if you think you have a soft job be- 

 fore you, you are sadly mistaken, for 

 the swamp is full of water, (and 



Plate No. 31 — "Nest and Eggs of Swai nscn's V/ar'r\zr in Canes." 

 Photo by Troup D. Perry. 



a few feet of where you stand. While 

 you stand enraptured within the 

 swamp, the whole scene changes, on 

 the right you will hear the clear wnis- 

 tle of the Cardinal, and now and then 

 see one of this gaudy specie fly by, 

 overhead the melancholy song of the 

 Wood Thrush is heard, and from a dis- 

 tance comes the song of the Carolina 

 Wren (which can imitate most any 



roots trip you up now and then) Pal- 

 metto Gall Cones and a growth 

 of tangled vines, but one never 

 thinks cf trouble while after 

 eggs. Now you commence to hunt. 

 Look for any thing that looks 

 like a bunch of dead leaves, for the 

 nest is nothing more than a mass of 

 dead leaves laid in layers to the depth 

 of several inches, having a rather 



