The Williamson Sapsucker 
behind a grove of pines. We followed and found a pine, broken-topped 
but still alive, and riddled with holes. The bird fled guiltily from a spot 
about fifteen feet up, and as we drew near we heard a depressing uproar of 
infantile squawking. The male, however, a resplendent fellow, who 
presently appeared bearing a beakful of big black ants, fed without 
apology or circumspection, as we stood at the base of the tree. This bold¬ 
ness of a brightly plumaged male is so at variance with established usage, 
that I venture to quote a page, tedious enough in itself, just as torn from 
Taken in Mono County Photo by the Author 
LORD AND LADY THYROIDEUS 
THE LADY IS AT THE LEFT 
my field note-book: “Williamson Sapsucker, Mammoth Lakes, Calif., 
June 19, 1919. Visited nesting site found on the 16th. Male fed young 
at 5:25 p. m. Both male and female came at 5:30. Male fed, but female 
loitered about with her beak full, afraid to enter nesting hole. Male 
returned at 5:40 and fed. Female finally screwed up her courage to feed 
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