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closely. His crown patch and breast are brighter than terra cotta, 

 a more glowing color. 



Sometime afterward, when I had hidden myself on the ground, 

 the male, who was feeding irt the pine opposite and calling con- 

 stantly, persuaded his mate to join him. As soon as I mounted the 

 ladder to examine the contents of the nest, the bird returned, flut- 

 tered all around me, but uttered no sound. She seemed restless and 

 moved quickly for the first time. After assuring herself that the 

 eggs were unharmed, she appeared less disturbed and rejoined her 

 mate. 



There were five eggs, pinkish-cream-white, of a shining lustre. 

 Three were wreathed around the larger end with reddish-brown dots, 

 two had reddish-brown dots on the larger end. A few dots were 

 scattered over the sides of the eggs, but I think the small end of 

 every one was immaculate. The spots, when on the larger end, 

 often ran together so as to form blotches, while in the wreaths 

 many of them were only confluent. The eggs were long and slen- 

 der, widest in the middle, rounded at the large end, more pointed at 

 the small. They were shaped like the eggs of the Blackburnian 

 Warbler, marked No. 66 in Chapman's Warblers of North Amer- 

 ica. 



June 20th, there were five young Warblers in the Bay-breast 

 nest. The following morning I watched the parent birds feed the 

 tiny, squirming burnt-orange nestlings. The young birds were 

 marked with thiti growths of fine, dark-brown down. At one time, 

 the end of a caterpillar, not a large one, hung from the beak of the 

 male bird. He tried it in a tiny throat. All available contortions 

 of the nestlings failed to force the morsel down. The parent bird 

 took the bit of caterpillar again, crushed and macerated it in his 

 beak, and presented it to another nestling, but with the same result. 

 This was repeated a number of times. Then each tiny atom of a 

 bird was so exhausted that they all sank into a little, palpitating 

 mass for a few seconds. The parent birds looked cabnly on ; they 

 were so gentle, so patient, so quiet, when ministering to their young, 

 that this bit of real bird life was most fascinating to witness. Now 



