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Warblere in full song and heard a Rose-breasted Grosbeak 

 caroling his way north and the liquid "Sweet, sweet, sweet" 

 song of the Louisiana Water Thrush. Harlow, too, found a 

 Cooper's Hawk's nest forty-five feet up in a white pine with 

 five eggs, well incubated, bluish-white and lightly spotted. 

 This country is interesting also from the fact that the Wild 

 Turkeys still nest here occasionally, although we were not for- 

 tunate enough to see any. 



Next to the Pileated Woodpeckers' nests my most interesting 

 experiences on that trip were hearing the flight-song of the 

 Woodcock and the owl-call of Harlow. I have been fortunate 

 enough to hear the wing-song of the Wilson's Snipe and to see 

 that bird drop from mid-sky to its nest, and I have seen and 

 heard a Bittern boom and of course have heard — but never seen 

 — the Ruffed Grouse drum ; but until that trip with Harlow I 

 had never heard the Woodcock. We started out in a misty 

 rainy twilight and went into a wet marshy meadow with clumps 

 of underbrush scattered here and there. As we walked we 

 heard a Chat and then the scolding note of the Short-billed 

 Marsh Wren, the first that I had heard since Street, Stuart, 

 Potter and myself hunted for their nests at Newton, N. J. 

 Suddenly over in an adjacent and still wetter meadow among 

 the clicking and peeping of the cricket-frogs and hylas we heard 

 a note which at a distance seemed to be identical with the note 

 of a Nighthawk. When we came to within fifty yards of the 

 bird on the ground it sounded more metallic and harsh. 

 ' ' Scaaap ' ' is perhaps a good representation of it. Within that 

 distance we also heard a note unreported so far as I know in 

 any of the books, a bubble exactly like that made by pouring 

 water out of a bottle. This bubble is preliminary to the scaaap. 

 For some time this was repeated and then suddenly there started 

 a twittering and in the half-light we could plainly see a Wood- 

 cock buzzing straight up through the air, twittering as he went. 

 At the top of his flight at perhaps a hundred feet up he began 

 to fly in circles widening and becoming more and more erratic. 

 Finally when the circles were entirely broken the twittering, 

 which continued during all of the circling, changed to a few 

 loud rather sweet notes ' ' Cheep, cheep ' ' and suddenly the bird 



