May, 1920 HOME LIFE OF THE WESTERN WARBLING VIREO 93 
with a good sized caterpillar dangling from her bill. When J was near she 
would fly back and forth six or eight feet from the nest and scold until the 
food was either lost or she ate it, I never could tell which. She never fed the 
young while I was near. 
The male would often dart from his perch in the dead fir tree in the man- 
ner of a flycatcher, and snap his mandibles a number of times as if trying to 
catch some passing insect, but I failed to note any success. Again he would 
occasionally hover under a green leaf in a manner similar to a kinglet, but 
when he really thought it was feeding time it was a small matter for him to 
obtain a mouthful by searching nearby twigs or leaves. In securing large- 
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Fig. 25. THE NOON-DAY REST, 
sized insects he would strike his bill against his perch, soon killing them, often 
eating them himself and securing smaller ones for the young. The male would 
fly from a shrub near the willow direct to the nest and feed the young regu- 
larly when I was standing less than four feet away. 
At the age of twelve days the young were well feathered and able to pereh 
on the edge of the nest with a little assistance on my part. The parents became 
very much excited when they saw two of the nestlings out on the edge of the 
nest and uttered similar chirping notes trying to coax them away. On the 
