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double forks of a large Chestnut and 

 was rewarded by a set of six eggs, in- 

 cubated about four days. 



There were a number of other nests 

 at this place but I was well content 

 and we hurried back to the machine 

 through the deepening shadows, con- 

 gratulating ourselves that the Herons 

 had been so early. The evening was 

 spent blowing the eggs and looking 

 over Will's magnificent collection of 

 personally taken sets. Little did 1 

 think as we planned together that the 

 Peregrines which interested Will so 

 greatly would be the cause of Oology 

 losing one of its best caste while the 

 world would mourn one of the finest 

 men she ever produced. And my eyes 

 fill up yet as I recall his cheery "Good 

 luck, Richard" with which he bade me 

 his last earthly farewell. 



Richard C. Harlow. 



A Day of Records. 



June 6, 1912, was cloudy with occa- 

 sional showers, and as it had rained 

 and stormed the night before the day 

 was cool and just right for a ramble 

 so I concluded to put in the day down 

 the river at my old stamping grounds. 

 After an hour's walk I turned off and 

 worked along the side of a mountain. 

 This mountain is very steep and rises 

 straight from the river's edge. It is 

 covered with a thick forest of mostly 

 hemlock and in summer is the home of 

 some of the rarer breeders. Although 

 Blackburnian, . Black-throated Blues 

 and Greens, Canadians and Hooded 

 Warblers, as well as Juncos, Winter 

 Wrens and Solitary Vireos were sing- 

 ing about I saw no nests of interest 

 and finally came to the top of one of 

 the numerous cliffs or slides. 



As I stepped out on the rocks on 

 top of this cliff, there not thirty feet 

 below me sat an adult Bald Eagle on 

 a fallen hemlock. We saw each other 

 at the same time and the old fellow 



exceeded the speed limit getting away 

 from that vicinity. Eagles are some- 

 times seen here along the river but 

 are usually in the gray plumage. 

 Adults are seldom seen so here was 

 something worth recording for a start- 

 er. 



About the bars and islands at my 

 favorite ducking grounds I found plen- 

 ty of Spotted Sandpipers and flushed a 

 female off her four eggs on a little 

 grassy spot on the gravel bars. There 

 were several Killdeer and green 

 Herons about, also one Great blue, a 

 few Crows and a pair of Red-shoulder- 

 ed Hawks. 



On the first flat amid the tangle and 

 rank growth the Mourning Warblers 

 were singing everywhere. Taking a 

 stick I hunted about carefully and in 

 a short time I found a nest containing 

 two eggs. The mosquitoes were such 

 a pest though that I soon had to quit 

 and go back on the second flat in the 

 heavier timber. Here I found several 

 nests of the Magnolia Warbler and out 

 on the limb of a hemlock I found a 

 Blackburnian's nest containing one 

 egg. On visiting this nest a few days 

 later I found it had been robbed by a 

 squirrel or Jay. 



In a lot of low brush I saw a beau- 

 tiful nest of the Hooded Warbler con 

 taining four eggs. 



Along a little stream where the tim- 

 ber was open and all hardwood, I was 

 watching a Redstart working on a 

 nearly finished nest when I heard a 

 strange note. It seemed familiar and 

 I quickly remembered it from my 

 West Virginia experiences. I soon 

 found the author and sure enough it 

 was an Acadian Flycatcher. While 

 watching it I saw it was building a 

 nest. Visiting the place later on I 

 found the female sitting on three eggs. 

 This record alone was well worth the 

 trip to me, for although a common 

 enough bird far south of us, this is 



