DELAWARE VALLEY ORNITHOLOGICAL CLUB 19 



largest camera in captivity aud collected photographs instead of 

 eggs. It is owing to this said camera and the skill back of it 

 that this article is illustrated. The second nest and its contents 

 were to be the property of Burleigh. He climbed up to it with 

 high hopes. The hole proved to be only six inches deep and 

 broke out clear to the bottom when he pulled off a bit of the 

 outer bark. Then came an oological tragedy. The wretched 

 bird, contrary to all the customs and usages obtaining among 

 well-regulated Pileated Woodpeckers, had actually hatched out 

 two young birds. A third egg hatched in front of Burleigh's 

 horrified eyes while the fourth, which was addled, he brought 

 down and gave to me. I gave it to Stuart who put it with an 

 odd one that he had procured in Canada years ago and it now 

 graces his collection. Harlow had discovered the nest with 

 great difficulty, the bird having actually built three false nests 

 before he trailed her to this last and true one so that this last 

 perfidious act on her part was on a par with what had gone be- 

 fore. If that female Pileated Woodpecker could have heard 

 what Harlow and Burleigh said about her I doubt if she would 

 ever have built another nest. 



This last nest was my last sight of the Pileated Woodpecker, 

 but the two days I spent in the valley were filled full of other 

 bird adventures. There was the song for example of the Prairie 

 Horned Lark, "Sippy, sippy, sippy," from mid-sky as he 

 soared like the Sky-lark he is and with flattened wings and 

 drooping tail dropped down at last almost at the spot from 

 which he started. Harlow considers the nest a most difficult 

 one to find because the bird flushes a long ways ahead and 

 never comes back while the collector is around. Then there 

 were the three deserted Sharp-shinned Hawk's nests he showed 

 me in white-pine trees made entirely of sticks and about the 

 size of Crows' nests; and the Broad- winged Hawk's nest in a 

 maple tree forty feet from the ground being an old nest rebuilt 

 and lined with fresh hemlock twigs and green leaves. Harlow 

 also showed me a Field Sparrow's nest in a small bush about 

 three feet from the ground with four almost pure white eggs 

 with a wreath around the larger end, looking like the eggs of 

 some rare Warbler. Then we ran into a wave of Nashville 



