Dove' s nest 
chirping and soon showed himself. Like the individual seen 
late in June, this was an adult male in high plumage (now 
badly worn). 
7/'V/^ 
7 
Beyond the swamp along the pine-clad slope and 
next the meadow I heard a Chickadee, 2 Robins, 2 Song Sparrows, 
a Veery, a Red-eye, a Cat-bird, a Pine Warbler and a Black 
and White Creeper , all singing more or less freely. 
The chief object of my visit to Ball's Hill to-day 
was to see how the Carolina Dove's nest was progressing. 
When I reached it at about 4 P. M., the female was sitting, 
her head turned in a direction just opposite to that on my 
last visit and lowered so that the throat rested on the rim 
of the nest, the crown being about level with the back. This 
made her very much less conspicuous than on the former 
occasion. The change of attitude was perhaps due to the 
presence of some Jays which were uttering various low 
choking and gasping sounds in the trees overhead and whose 
keen eyes the Dove may well have wished to elude. I stopped 
directly under the nest, my head not more than four feet 
below it. For a moment the Dove did not so much as wink; 
then she suddenly started and fluttering noisily and clum- 
through some dense foliage, hitting against dead twigs and 
plunging through bunches of leaves, descended in a half 
circle to the ground where, in the middle of a little opening 
within 15 yards of where I was standing, she rolled over and 
over and spun around and around, beating her wings like a 
