AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



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Photo by H. K. Murray. 

 Xest and Eggs of Carolina Wren; Built on a Window Sill. 



turn in a minute with a delicious morsel for the nestlings. After a moment's 

 rest he would be on his roof perch again, and this time, perhaps, the song 

 would he "sic eel Hard, sweetliard" with the rising inflection. Nearly every 

 day I would think I heard a new bird song, only to find on investigation 

 that the Carolina wren was the singer. 



Woe be to any bird which approached his nest after the birdies came! He 

 was there like a flash, scolding in characteristic wren-fashion, for his temper 

 is very short indeed. Even a brown thrush, as large as lie is. had to fly be- 

 fore the furious attack of the wren. 



One day the wrens were seen carrying grass and straws to their nest. 

 Knowing of the little birds. 1 thought they could not be building a new nest, 

 and I was eurious to know what they could be doing with this material. Pro- 

 curing a ladder. 1 climbed to the nest amid the serious and oft repeated pro- 

 tests of the owners. 1 found that the young birds, five in number, were 

 getting to be too large for the nest, and so the old birds were building a sec- 



