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twenty-five or thirty yards. On the 11th I revisited this place alone, and 
after hunting five hours, found an incomplete set of two, which I collected on 
the 13th, just one year after I had taken my first set. 
Several weeks later, and in another district, I spied a young cotton-tail 
and endeavored to catch him. He led me to a brush pile, where I halted 
abruptly with one foot touching an incubating Woodcock. The nest held 
four eggs, and undoubtedly belonged to a bird whose former nest was 
broken up by the snow. 
On April 19th we explored a small but extremely wild country densely 
covered with willows, sumach, alders and briers, an ideal spot for warblers. 
I was searching diligently when my companion summoned me to a liitle 
clearing surrounded on all sides by brush heaps. Chalkings were conspicuous 

Nest of Woodcock (Philophela minor) 
FROM PHOTOGRAPH BY ROBERT HEGNER 
here, and so was Mrs. Woodcock after I had pointed her out, much to the 
disgust of the one who had called me to the spot! I stooped and stroked 
the bird for several minutes before she vacated her nest and revealed 
four eggs. 
Late in the afternoon of April 29 I visited a favorite Woodcock resort, 
equally popular as a paradise for wild flowers at this season of the year. 
After dodging about for ten minutes in a patch of hackberry I confronted 
what appeared to be a pair of black beads sparkling in such an animated 
manner that I at once perceived a Woodcock was making “goo goo eyes” 
