Oriole. Its tail was long. Another lit near by 
and the father came and fed them. They fluttered 
thier wings as all young birds do while being fed 
and chr-r-r-r ed all the time. He fed them little 
green worms and bugs. Cnee he brought a cutworm 
but ate it himself. It had been raining and one 
drank the drops and even came to the window sill. 
It did not seem to recognise me. The other flew 
to a weed that would not hold its weight. It 
bent way down before the bird would change its 
perch. Mr. Fisk put his hand on the glass and 
the Oriole on the sill looked at it for a moment 
& then flew away. 
July 14, 1899 - Friday . 
Went hunting this forenoon over across the 
railroad bridge. Found a song sparrow’s nest on 
the bank of a little slough just as I left the 
woods. It was in a slight depression covered by 
a tall bunch of grass. The old bird flew out, 
ran along the ground and then flew into a tree. 
She was not much alarmed. The nest was made of 
light colored grass. It contained 4 eggs; bluish 
white spotted with varying shades of rufous brown. 
The darker spots were mostly in a wreath around 
the large end. The old one came back while I was 
there and showed more concern. I came back to 
get my rifle and she ran a rod before taking 
flight after leaving the nest. Then I went home. 
July 15, 1899 - Saturday. 
This morning I went* down in Mr. Fiske’s 
meadow. It had just been cut. Found a meadow¬ 
larks nest that contained 5 eggs they were sucked. 
The nest had no covering over it. 
July 17, 1899 - Monday . 
This afternoon I went over across the river. 
Saw the young king birds. They had a band of 
greyish white across the breast. 
