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A Robin-Oriole Nest 



B. Hough, cut off the branch and made the 



accompanying photograph. The location 



I enclose a photograph of a nest which I was quite unusual for an Oriole's nest, as it 



have been told is quite unique. I have was on a small limb about a foot from the 



spoken of it to a number of ornithologists in trunk of the tree. — E. C. Hough, Washing- 



this city, and none of them ever heard of an ton, D. C. 



occurrence before of such a combination. As 

 may be seen, a Robin built its nest in an 

 old nest of the Baltimore Oriole. 



When I was visiting at Lowville, Lewis 

 county, N. Y., two years ago, I saw that an 

 Oriole had built a nest in a small sugar- 

 maple in front of the house. The next summer 

 I saw a Robin fly up to the nest, and an 

 examination showed that its nest was built 

 upon the Oriole's nest. My brother, Romeyn 



A ROBIN'S HOME IN AN ORIOLE'S NEST 

 Photographed by R. B. Hough 



A Robin Episode 



Ever since I was twelve years old, I have 

 carried in my memory a bird episode which 

 still seems to me one of the best of its kind 

 that I have ever known. It occurred in our 

 own garden, and I have often meant to 

 hand it over to Bird-Lore. Here it is. 



One day, I took from a Robin's nest one 

 of its two eggs, while the male bird fluttered 

 about in the usual distress. His 

 wife, as it later proved to be, 

 was not there ; but an hour 

 later I found her choking to 

 death with a cherry, though 

 still too vigorous to let me 

 catch her and relieve her. Her 

 mate followed me in great fury, 

 as I chased her about, and two 

 hours later I found her dead. 



All this happened just be- 

 fore I left home for a week's 

 absence. On my return, my 

 first visit to the garden carried 

 me under the big apple trees, 

 in the first of which was the 

 Robin's nest, and in the next, 

 two others, — one of Kingbirds, 

 the otherof a pair of Chippies. 

 I chanced to be looking down 

 upon the grass as I came 

 along, when, to my amaze- 

 ment, I was violently struck 

 on the head by the male 

 Robin, and then by one of the 

 owners of each of the other 

 nests! And for a week or two, 

 if my memory serves, certainly 

 for a good many days, it was 

 my most exciting experience to 

 go out there, feigning absorbed 

 contemplation of the grass, 



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