The Oregon Juncoes 



and they are very close sitters. When nearly stepped on the bird bursts 

 off, and if there are young, crawls and tumbles along the ground within a 

 few feet of the intruder, displaying wings and tail in a most appealing 

 manner. The tssiks of both birds are incessantly repeated and the whole 

 woodside is set agog with apprehension. 



If one posts himself in a suspected locality not too near the nest, it 

 is only a question of time till the solicitude of the nursing mother will 



Photo by Wright M. Pierce 



A XEST FROM THE SAN BERNARDINOS 



triumph over fear. One such I traced to a charming mossy bank, over- 

 looking a woodland pool; but on the first occasion it took the parent bird 

 exactly half an hour to go through all the feints and preliminaries before 

 she ventured on the final plunge. There were half-grown babies in this 

 nest, and since we were in summer camp (at Glacier, near the foot of 

 Mt. Baker), I resolved to make friends of this promising family with a 

 view to portraiture. 



As I sat next day watching my Juncoes, and waiting for the sun to get 

 around and light up the vicinity of the nest, the call to dinner sounded. 



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