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and white flits through the clearings in the Sierra Nevada 

 and you are conscious that an Audubon Warbler has 

 flown by. He has all the tricks and manners of a fly- 

 catcher, darting out after insects or dodging about among 

 the tree tops, always in a hurry, always in a mad chase 

 for something to eat. 

 Unless you go to his 

 summer haunts in the 

 Sierra Nevada you will 

 not see him at his best, 

 for the " winter visitant " 

 of the valleys wears a 

 more sober plumage of 

 dull brown streaked with 

 black and only a little 

 yellow visible. In his 

 breeding grouuds among 

 the pines and spruces of 

 the mountains he is a 

 brilliant, happy-go-lucky 

 little chap, not at all shy, 

 but is so absorbed in his 

 own busy life as to care 

 little who watches him. 

 The four nests I have 

 found were all near Tallac on Lake Tahoe, and were all in 

 young spruce trees, within five feet of the ground, along 

 a frequented path. On June 15 one contained young 

 a week old, and three held eggs in various stages of in- 

 cubation. The pair whose young had hatched so early 



656. Audubon AVakeler. 



" Always in a mad chase for something 

 to eai." 



