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Notes and observations upon bird life within our State are earnestly desired from all our readers 

 for publication in this column, and should be sent to Louis E. Legge, 22 Dow Street, Portland, Maine. 



TiiK Green Black-capped Warbler in Ellsworth, 

 Me. — In 1907, May 25th, I saw one Green Black-capped Warbler 

 feeding in yellow willow catkins in a temporary swamp in the field 

 of a deserted farm. It was one of those rare days when the trees 

 were alive with Warblers, a year the Scarlet Tanager and the Cat- 

 bird saw fit to visit us, and two families, at least, of House Wrens 

 dwelt among us. July 9, 19 10, when returning from a swamp 

 where the Redstart was incubating four eggs, I noted the ^'cheh" and 

 ''suit'' of what at first I supposed was the Redstarts. The alders, 

 black alders, white birches, meadow sweet and numerous other 

 bushes formed such a jungle I could not see far around me, but 

 soon I discerned not only a pair of Redstarts escorting me with 

 calls, but also a pair of Green Black-capped Warblers. They were 

 extremely nervous and jerked the tail much after the manner of the 

 Yellow Palm Warbler. The female wore a cap, but it was not 

 quite so dark as that of the male, a bit grayer. The female had a 

 long green worm in her beak which she was very anxious to give to 

 young birds. I looked for the nest but could find none. I sus- 

 pected from the beginning that they were with young birds lately 

 out of the nest, but could not be sure. — Cordelia J. Stanwood^ Ells- 

 zvorth, Mc ., July 1 1 , k^io. 



Hermit Thrush Nesting in August. — On August 7th I 

 was taking a tramp through the woods near Northport, Me. In an 

 extensive second-growth of mingled birches, beeches, ash and ever- 

 greens, on a hillside, yet near swampy ground, I suddenly flushed 

 a Hermit Thrush, which flew up almost from under my feet. Sure 

 enough, there was the nest on the ground by a mossy hummock at the 

 foot of a low bush, a neatly woven nest of grasses and fine rootlets, 

 containing three plain greenish-blue eggs. The mother remained 

 near, hopping from twig to twig, plainly nervous, but uttering no 



