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ing black ruffs. I was afraid to breathe. 
He walked to the end of the log, spread 
his wings and began flapping them swiftly 
downward, “Bump, bump, bumper-r-r.” 
He stopped, turned and saw me and slip¬ 
ped quetly away into the thicket. But I 
was patting my hands with joy for I had 
seen the drummer drum. 
They make their nests among the leaves 
or under a fallen log. She lays from eight 
to fourteen huffy eggs. If they are han¬ 
dled at all she will either leave the nest 
or break it up. 
When her babies are in danger she ut¬ 
ters a whirring sound “st,” and exposes 
herself to attract attention until tliev are 
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safe. 
Photo h\i the Author 
NEST OF OREGON RUFFED GROUSE 
