DELAWARE VALLEY ORNITHOLOGICAL CLUB 17 



in notes suggestive of the Red-eye, but clearer and pitched 

 higher in scale. In the early mornings particularly, it would 

 indulge us with a sustained warble of purest quality, generally 

 rendered from a higher elevation. 



While looking for the Solitary's nest the only Robin's nest 

 found during our stay was discovered well up upon an outlying 

 branch of a spruce tree. It was not a common species with us 

 along the southern margin of the lake. 



At length we reached Veery Cove at the extreme southwestern 

 corner of Pocono lake. Here the lake converges into a narrow 

 pointed wedge, pushing up under the roadway and receiving 

 the waters of Butz Run. At Veery Cove thickets of rhododen- 

 drons abound. Here are the chosen haunts of the Black-throated 

 Blue Warblers. Many were singing when we arrived there, so 

 we instigated a search among them, crawling at times upon 

 hands and knees to obtain an underside view of the foliage, so 

 completely do the whorls of broad leaves hide the nests from 

 view. There were surely at least a dozen breeding pairs in the 

 vicinity, but all our efforts resulted in securing but a single nest. 

 It was placed in a crotch of Rhododendron growth, not over 

 two feet from the ground and well concealed by overlapping 

 leaves. The nest was a closely woven affair of plant bark in 

 grays and browns. The inner body was composed of coarse 

 grasses and pine needles interwoven with a great quantity of 

 black, hair-like rootlets. It contained but one egg finely spotted 

 with pale purplish brown. 



Carter announced another find and led us to the nest of a 

 Canadian Warbler. It was cushioned in a loose mass of leaves 

 and twigs carried down by some spring freshet and caught upon 

 a rhododendron snag. It possessed deep-cupped walls of skel- 

 eton leaves woven in with fine rootlets. The four eggs were 

 white with chestnut spots. The sitting bird expressed little 

 concern at our presence and at one time Stuart approached 

 within four feet of the nest before the bird quietly flew off and 

 lost itself in the underbrush without uttering a note. 



From here we penetrated the deeper woods above the stream, 

 pausing at times to listen to Kinglet notes coming down from 

 the tops of the tall spruces. Surely they must have nested 



