THE BAY STATE OOLOGIST. 



less than half an hour we had our basket full, and upon counting them 

 found we had two hundred and twelve. I told Dave we had enough eggs 

 for one day, so we started for home. If I had wanted five hundred more 

 Green Herons' eggs, I could very easily have got them, for at the least 

 calculation, there were about six or seven hundred trees in the woods, and 

 every one had one or two and some for or five nests in them ; say nothing 

 of the numerous nests on low bushes and trees. 



After a walk of two miles, we reached our boat and set sail for Sea Isle 

 City, which was reached in good time for supper. 



After supper I took account of stock, and found that I had 212 Green 

 Herons' eggs, 26 eggs of the Fish Hawk and 9 Sea-side Finches' eggs for the 

 day's work, and well satisfied I was. And now I bid you all, dear readers, 

 good-bye until my next. 



Tufted Titmouse, 



BY J. W. JACOBS, WAYNESBURG, PA. 



In this locality, the Tufted Titmouse (Lopophanes bicolor) is met with 

 jn every nook and corner of the woods, orchards and groves. Although as 

 common as this species is about here, I have found but one nest. 



On May 13th., '87, I was out looking for anything in the "Oological line" 

 when I saw a cavity in the top of a small walnut tree. I went to the spot 

 and tapped on the tree and to my surprise and delight a Tufted Titmouse 

 flew out. 



I scrambled up to find out what could be seen, and found that the top 

 of the tree had been broken off, causing the inside to decay to the depth 

 of two feet ; the bark had taken advantage of the dead, and grew and 

 swelled inward over the top, until there was only a very small entrance left. 



I peeped into the cavity and could see the outlines of four glossy eggs. 

 After considerable whittling and hacking with my hatchet, I man- 

 aged to get my arm inside the hole, and to draw out the eggs, one at a time ; 

 the first, second and third were "regular nominated candidates" (for hatch- 

 ing) ; but the fourth proved to be a "bolter," for it was placed there by a 

 naughty Cowbird. (I have found Cowbirds' eggs in a good many queer 

 places, but this one just "takes the cake," simply because it was placed 

 down in darkness, eighteen inches from the small entrance.) 



