BIRD-LIFE IN WESTERN CANADA 



Nest of Dipper 

 " In a rock fissure, overhanging the rushing waters " 



the pebbly note of the Dipper penetrated the thunder of the 

 waters sharply and clearly. A strange, plump little figure 

 he was, bobbing on a rock, barely above the turmoil of foam, 

 his white-marked eyelid flashing with each wink. 



The young were fed on insects, doubtless larvae gathered 

 from the bottom of a tributary brook, up which the birds 

 flew for a fresh supply. They never crossed the land, but 

 with the whirring wings of bumblebee-like flight, followed 



