108
Lake Umbagog.
Bottle Brook Pond.
1897
June 2
(No 7)
 The crowning piece of good fortune of the days - as
well as season thus far - came just as we were about
to leave the pond. I had landed on the eastern shore
- about opposite the end of the lower point at a place
where dense evergreen woods (spruces balsams & arbor vitae)
came quite to the waters edge - and had taken two
photographs when as we were pushing off in the boat
Jim said "is not that a Three-toed Woodpecker"?
Looking up the first thing I saw was a fresh-looking;
neatly drilled hole in the trunk of a dead spruce,
the second a [male] Picoides running up the stem of
the tree next beyond. I had only a glympse[sic] at him
before he flew back into the woods when he presently
began drumming making an even rapid roll very
like that of a Downy but much feebler (perhaps this
was because his drumming place lacked resonance though
when he changed his position, as he did twice soon
after this, the roll was practically of the same
quality or at least not louder). After drumming a
dozen times or more he gave a long rattling cry
closely similar to the Kingfisher-like rattle of
the Hairy Woodpecker but decidedly less strong &
penetrating.
[margin]Nest of
picoides
americanus[/margin
 I followed him back a little distance without seeing
him again and then returned to watch the nest hole
from which I suspected we had driven him (I had
put up my camera within a few yards of it &
Jim had cut down several small trees that
interfered with my view making noise enough to
start almost any sitting bird). My surmise
proved correct for no sooner was everything quiet