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empty; it had not been disturbed and everything indicated that they 
had matured and left the nest naturally, so I missed banding them. 
I found a white throated sparrow’s nest after a three-hour vigil in a 
swamp. I saw the pair with food in their mouths. I understand that 
very few nests have been found and I was determined to find this one 
and band the babies. The sparrows scolded and scolded, ate up the 
food they had found and found more. Several times they slipped to 
the nest behind bushes and trees and I got the general location and 
then changed my position so I could see better. After two hours I 
gave it up, but I went back this morning and after another hour 
I found it. It was the dearest thing—right in moss—imbedded deep 
with no canopy or covering, lined with dry grass, but the moss covered 
water and mud a foot or so down. The nestlings, only two in number, 
were almost ready to leave the nest and were so lively that one got 
away, scampering under a root and I couldn’t get him out. I banded 
the other one. He now bears band No. 519840 and I hope Mr. L.. gets 
him in the trap next spring or this fall. I'll try and collect the nest 
in a day or so after I’m sure they no longer are using it. 
I have a nest of least flycatchers I hope to band and three red-eyed 
vireos’ nests. There are many other chebees but all so high up in 
slender birches that they cannot be reached. 
I have found what we believe to be a black throated blue’s nest. 
It’s on the trail through M.’s to the big hemlock grove. It’s in a low 
bush hidden by leaves. We have seen only the female and she tallies 
in every detail with the female black throated blue, but I'll have to 
see the male before I’m perfectly sure. When we found it there was 
one cowbird’s egg and three warblers. We removed the cowbird’s egg 
and a few days later we returned to find she had completed her clutch 
and there were four lovely eggs. 
I found a towhee’s nest yesterday. The young birds were just leav- 
ing and near the nest but I could not catch any to band. 
This morning I ran on to a mother ruffled grouse (partridge) with 
tiny chicks just out of the egg. They were too small to disappear fast 
or I’d never have seen them. One “froze” just at my feet. I picked it 
up and it was the most adorable little buff yellow thing with brown 
stripes on its back. It still had the little horny thing on its beak that 
pips the egg like a baby chicken. It had probably only just dried 
from the egg; too tiny to band so I let it go. The mother stayed right 
there and clucked and scolded. I moved on down the path and in a 
moment or so I heard her calling them softly, “cut,” “cut,” “cut,” 
just like a hen. 
I saw a wood duck and fifteen little ducklings here on the Point. I 
searched for her nest along the shore. I thought it would be interesting 
to find the place as she might use it again next year, but I couldn’t 
find any log, stub or stump she could possibly have used. Her ducklings 
