THE WREN. 45 
At Braintree, on June 11, 1909, Barron Brainerd and I noticed 
what appeared to be a pair of Golden-winged Warblers acting as 
though they had a nest near by. ‘The female, however, turned out 
to be the Brewster form. We searched for some time, but were 
unable to find the nest, although we could tell from the actions of 
both birds that we were within a few feet of it. 
I went down to Braintree the next day and found the nest in about 
three minutes. It was within a few yards of a road bordered on 
both sides by scrubby growth. The nest was placed flat on the 
ground, protected by a few dried leaves. It was composed of grape- 
vine bark lined entirely with grasses. Within were five young birds, 
four or five days old. All showed the yellow wing patch distinctly. 
On June 14 I visited the nest again, accompanied by Dr. W. C. 
Mackie. ‘The nest was slightly displaced and contained two dead 
young ones, partly eaten by ants. There was no trace of either of 
the old birds or of the other three young ones. 
The female was exactly like a female chrysoptera except that the 
line through the eye was as in pinus, the ear coverts only faintly 
gray, and the throat a little lighter than the rest of the underparts. 
On the same day that we discovered the presence of these Golden- 
wings, we caught and killed a garter snake as it was climbing up to a 
Chestnut-sided Warbler’s nest containing three naked young, and 
a short time later found a milk snake descending from an empty 
Chestnut-side’s nest about which both birds were uttering cries of 
distress. 
J. L. Peters. 
On August 27 while sitting on that part of the South Beach of 
Martha’s Vineyard which separates Tisbury Pond from the ocean, 
I noticed a blackbird flying about, but paid no special attention to it, 
until it, flew past fairly close to me. Then I saw that its upper 
breast and throat were a clouded yellow. 
‘I at once started to follow up the bird and obtain as close a view 
as possible, as I was clad only in a bathing suit and therefore had no 
glass. I pursued the bird across a marsh, waist high with water 
and whose bottom appeared to consist of sharp spines, but finally 
had the satisfaction of seeing my bird alight on the eel grass at the 
shore of the pond. Fortunately there happened to be a blind 
