1902 
June 21 
Nest ^ o f 
the Crested- 
Flycatchers 
at Farm 
As I was passing through the apple orchard I heard 
one of the Crested Flycatchers calling in the row of tall 
oaks and at the same instant saw its mate flying past me, 
bearing in her bill what looked like a large, ripe cherry. 
She went directly to a small, scraggy wild apple tree, over¬ 
run with poison ivy, which stands on the extreme southern 
edge of the orchard near the line of oaks just mentioned, 
and disappeared among its foliage. 
On examining this tree, I found that it had a hollow 
branch at almost the exact height where I had lost sight of 
the bird. The light was so poor that I could not see the 
interior of the cavity at all distinctly from above, but 
from below, where it opened into a much larger hollow trunk 
(the main stem of the tree) I could make out a mass of what 
looked like dry grass and weed stalks which qiite filled 
the hollow branch at a point just above its intersection 
with the larger trxink and about tviro feet below the opening 
(a small, rounded one) at the end of the branch. I have 
little doubt that this was the Flycatcher's nest. While I 
was looking at it, both birds came about, calling anxiously, 
* 1(1 « * * 
Cooper* s As I was following the path which leads from the 
Hawk Barrett orchard to Birch Field, walking noiselessly over the 
in the water-soaked pine needles, I surprised a Cooper's Hawk 
Sarr ett woOd s 
