THR NIDIOLOGIST. 



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NEST AND EGGS OF AMERICAN EARED GREBE. 



BIRD-NESTING IN NORTHWEST 

 CANADA. 



BY WALTER KAINE. 



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The cowboy had only driven away a 

 short distance when I heard him call out, 

 " he had found a nest and eggs," which 

 turned out to be that of the Western 

 Meadow lyark. The nest, as usual, was 

 domed over, with an entrance at the side. 

 I photographed the nest, and then gave 

 my camera to the cowboy to take back to 

 the farm, as I had my gun to carry and it 

 was a very hot day. 



I found the bluff swarming with small 

 birds, and Clay-colored Sparrows were 

 especially numerous. I was tearing my 

 way through the rank, tangled underbrush 

 when I was startled by a savage growl 

 from some animal a few yards in front of 

 me, so I instantly pulled back the trigger 

 of my gun and prepared for the attack, 



when I saw a large Lynx bounding away 

 through the bushes. I did not shoot at 

 him, as my gun was only loaded with 

 small shot, and I had no desire to be 

 clawed by a wounded Wild Cat. 



Several Tree Swallows had nests in holes 

 in the largest decayed trees in the bluff, 

 so I collected a few clutches. I spent some 

 time in the bluff, but I found it hard work 

 making my way through the tangled 

 thicket, so I cut across the prairie toward 

 Skull Creek, and was soon among the 

 Ducks, Godwits and Killdeers. I walked 

 along the bank of the creek and had not 

 gone far before I flushed a Green-winged 

 Teal out of the grass in front of me, and 

 there was its beautiful nest of down con- 

 taining ten buflf-colored eggs, which, after 

 blowing, I carefully packed. Soon after- 

 ward a pair of Wilson's Pharlaropes' un- 

 easy action told me their nest was close by, 

 and after a diligent search I found the 

 nest built in the center of a tuft of 



