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with both birds at nest. The first 

 and there were still only four eggs, 

 nest with young birds I believe was 

 quite early for some cause orother. 



April 9, 1916. — Found Mourning 

 Dove nest in small tree. Bird was on 

 nest and had two fresh eggs. Is this 

 not early for them to nest?. 



On June 25, 1916 Ifound a Towhee 

 nest which had one Cowbird egg and 

 one 6gg of the Sowhee. Nest was 

 placed in branches of small Red Haw 

 tree, two feet from ground. Mrs. 

 Towhee was at home and scolded quite 

 a bit upon being driven from her 

 nest. In a minute after she left the 

 nest the male bird came to her and 

 both of them kept up a continuous 

 scolding and was very restless all 

 the time I was at the nest. Nest was 

 built of fine dead grass and root stems, 

 lined with fine flat strips of bark. I 

 took the Cowbird egg from the nest 

 and threw it away and looked on th? 

 ground under the nest to see if I could 

 find eggs of the Towhee that had been 

 thrown out by the Cowbird. I did not 

 find any but evidently they were de- 

 stroyed. One week later I went back 

 to the nest and found the mother bird 

 sitting on the nest and it held one 

 young bird. The average nest of the 

 Towhee is four eggs. I think that 

 three eggs of the Towhee were de- 

 stroyed by the Cowbird. 



Guy W. Day. 

 Sidney, 111. 



FROM GEORGIA. 



My home is near the Capitol City in 

 a woodland where I observe the birds 

 at all seasons. A large variety stay 

 here throughout the year, but in the 

 winter we have tourist birds. Some 

 spend a few days, even a rest over 

 night then go on to Florida or Cuba 

 (T suppose.) I was very much inter- 

 ested in a small flock of purple finch 

 that went to roost near our home, but 



later disappeared. They do not live 

 here. Several times I have seen the 

 Cedar birds. But most interesting of 

 all are the birds I watch from our sit- 

 ting room window. Once I saw a Red- 

 headed Woodpecker hiding his store 

 here and there in bits of hollow and 

 crevices in the trees. I then went out 

 and pried into his stores. He had 

 hidden these small sweet(?) acorns 

 and packed bits of stone and coal on 

 top, then put on a piece of bark, so 

 you could hardly find the door. 



One cold day a hungry old Yellow 

 Hammer began knocking on the store 

 tree; he looked it over very carefully 

 and stopped where the best room was 

 and opened the door and began throw- 

 ing away the rubbish just as if he 

 were "on the ropes." When I saw he 

 had found it I ran out and chased 

 him away. Then I built their lunch 

 table and it has given my younger 

 Irctlicr cind me a lot of fun to watch 

 them. Some of them are like folks, — 

 greedy as dogs, others modest and con- 

 siderate enough. The dear little 

 Wrens certainly pay for all they get 

 with their songs. Papa was home 

 Christmas and he heard one singing 

 and said, "Listen, Lynn, he sings that 

 song as slick as if his throat were 

 greased." 



Lynn Taylor. 

 College Park, Ga. 



PATIENCE AT LAST REWARDED. 



Patience will be awarded in the end 

 we are told. Perhaps it will, but some- 

 times we grow too tired being patient 

 to care for the reward. For five years 

 I had tried in vain to procure a set of 

 Red Bellied Woodpecker's eggs in the 

 Ozarks of Northwest Arkansas and at 

 the beginning of 1916 patience was 

 ceasing to be a virtue. I had often 

 looked for these nests, but it was not 

 until 1913 that I found a nest. It was 

 in a dead sycamore about thirty-fiv^ 



