151
Lake Umbagog.
Great Island.
1897.
June 14
(No. 6)
then shot down on a very steep incline and
alighted in a small spruce where I had a perfectly
satisfactory view of her at close range. During the
descent from the nest she vibrated her wings in a
peculiar manner and for nearly half a minute after
reaching her perch she kept quivering them much as
a young bird does when soliciting or receiving food.
[margin]Nest of
Bay breasted
Warbler.[/margin]
  Returning to the boats we pulled our of the cove
and along the shore eastward to a spot where,
on June 11th, I had found an empty nest of
Swainson's Thrush only a few rods back from the
water. It was built in a slender spruce sapling
close against the main stem, about 8 feet above 
the ground, and some two feet from the extreme
top of the tree  -  altogether a typical situation.
This nest was the most beautiful one of its kind that
I have ever seen, very large and thick-walled with
much usnea on the outside. It contained four 
handsomely-marked eggs today. Neither bird was near 
the nest when we first reached it but one of them
afterwards came flitting about us, making a low,
whining call.
[margin] Nest of
Swainson's 
Thrush [/margin]
  As I was packing the Thrush's eggs Watrous exclaimed
"there is a Warbler's nest" ! and looking up I saw it
at once, almost over our heads. It was in a red
spruce (a tree about 40 feet tall and 10 inches in 
diameter at the base of the trunk) on a stout horizontal
branch 11 feet from the main stem, three feet from the
extremity of the branch, and 25 feet above the ground.
[margin]Nest of
Bay-breasted 
Warbler[/margin]