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THE OOLOGIST 



but had no luck. In April we happen- 

 ed through this country again. The 

 Hawk was still there, but no eggs. 

 We watched her for a while and she 

 disappeared over the hill. That gave 

 us an idea to look in that direction. 

 Going up the hill side about one-half 

 mile we examined some small timber 

 finding the nest with young ones in it. 

 Her trick was when she saw us com- 

 ing she would leave her nest and 11 y 

 over the old nest making us believe 

 that it belonged to her. If we had 

 found the new nest when first observ- 

 ing the old one we could have collect- 

 ed a fresh set of eggs. 

 Ft. Worth, Texas. R. Graham. 



A Peculiar Set of 348. 



When Mr. Darlington received his 

 last lot of 348 eggs, there was in it 

 one set of four which seemed to me 

 out of the ordinary. Three of the eggs 

 were marked more or less evenly but 

 the fourth egg was fairly heavily 

 marked on one side and plain white 

 on the other. The separation was very 

 marked, that is the markings stopped 

 abruptly and the white began. 



I have often seen eggs marked on 

 one end more than the other, but 

 never on one side so pronounced as 

 this egg is. E. M. Kentworthy. 



The Birds of Yuma County, Colorado. 

 Mr. F. C. Lincoln of the Colorado 

 Museum of Natural History has got- 

 ten out for that institution a very com- 

 prehensive list of birds of the forego- 

 ing Yuma County. The list is thor- 

 ough and shows much familiarity with 

 the birds of that little known re- 

 gion and is a credit to the institution 

 responsible for its appearance. 



R. M. Barnes. 



25th of April, I and my chum, or my 

 chum and I, hard to tell which was the 

 more enthusiastic, and the ever pres- 

 ent tag, the kid his brother, hitched 

 up old Charles and set out for a ride 

 and to do a little hunting on the side, 

 for early eggs. We, of course, headed 

 for the old farm for I was not yet 

 weaned from my boyhood haunts. We 

 anchored the rig near the famous glen, 

 of our old homestead, and started out 

 for a hunt, almost immediately we dis- 

 covered a hollow in a large tree trunk 

 and, could I believe my eyes, the face 

 of a screech owl filling the opening. I, 

 of course, shinned up, while my chum. 

 stood below and urged me on. I had 

 to pull the old birds out by force and 

 the nest contained two eggs, my, 

 wasn't I happy, and wasn't my chum. 

 Well, I took them and put them in my 

 handkerchief and on the way home we 

 stopped and showed them to a play- 

 mate of mine. They were nearly 

 ready to hatch but I blowed them and 

 gracious, I wouldn't have taken five 

 dollars a piece for them. They went 

 the way of most early attempts in 

 this line. 



Geo. W. H. vos Burgh. 



A Proud Day. 

 One Easter Sunday, the Easter away 

 back in the '80s, that came on the 



The Great Horned Owl. 

 The Great Horned Owl has become 

 one of our scarcest raptores. The last 

 nest I have known was one from which 

 I took two young about two weeks old 

 on the second of April, about six years 

 ago. Usually these birds select the 

 most lonely portion of the woods for 

 their home, but in this instance the 

 nest was placed in a swamp oak in a 

 meadow, close to a stream, and was 

 about the last place I would think of 

 looking for them to nest. Food seem- 

 ed to be plentiful with them, as the 

 nest, in addition to the young, contain- 

 ed a crow and a robin, while plenty 

 of squirrels and mice had helped to 

 furnish their menu, judging from the 



