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Shuswap Lake is a beautiful body of water about fifty miles in length. 
It abounds in grebes. There we saw the Western Grebe, the Horned Grebe, 
and Holboell’s Grebe, as well as eight Baldpate Ducks and an Osprey. 
The Fraser River valley was awesome, but did not yield birds. Vancouver 
harbor delighted us with a Pigeon Guillemot, Baird’s Cormorant, Brandt’s 
Cormorant, California Murre, and Western Gulls as well as Herring Gulls. 
At Seattle we were fortunate enough to have a field trip with the presi- 
dent and secretary of the Seattle Audubon Society. We crossed the great 
pontoon bridge and drove up into the mountains. We were looking for Har- 
lequin Ducks, which we did not find, but we heard a Hermit Thrush sing- 
ing and a Varied Thrush displayed itself in the parking lot. Our leader 
stopped the car just before reaching a little bridge over a narrow stream. 
We walked to the bridge and looked down upon a very busy Water Ouzel 
or Dipper. The bird flew under the bridge and his mate—a little lighter 
in color than he—came to meet him. Both birds had their bills full of 
soggy moss. We discovered their nest under the bridge, wet to the touch 
and placed just as a phoebe places hers. One bird walked in the shallow 
water and both were very much at home in the wet. 
Back in the city, as we drove over a bridge, numerous Glaucous-winged 
Gulls, the only species of gull in Seattle in the summer months, fluttered 
over a little island. We visited a park which yielded a Lutescent Warbler, 
a Black-throated Gray Warbler, Song Sparrow, Russet-backed Thrush, 
Spotted Towhee, Siskins, Brewer’s Blackbirds, North-western Crow and 
Western Crow. Then there was a Western Tanager which only the men 
of the party saw, as the thicket was too dense and the going too rough 
for the ladies. 
Brown’s Point seemed almost birdless but we did see there a Rufous 
Hummingbird, a Western Flycatcher, and a Common Goldfinch. Summer 
was late ccming to Mt. Rainier and there were few birds. At Long’s, Stel- 
ler’s Jays were fairly common. A fawn so young that it was still unsteady 
on its legs approached us, and raccoons begged by the pathway. At the 
summit, amid the ice and snow and half-buried hostel, there were only 
Ravens. 
At Portland a friend of a friend drove us up Mt. Tabor and acecm- 
panied us on a glorious hike. He knew the birds and readily identified 
for us Traill’s Flycatcher, the Western Flycatcher, Cassin’s Vireo, the 
Lutescent Warbler, and the Black-throated Gray Warbler. The Yellow 
Warbler, Spotted Towhee, Rustv Song Sparrow, Chipping Sparrow, and 
Oregon Junco needed no identification. The Black-headed Grosbeak ap- 
peared as an old friend, for one once nested in the yard of my Nebraska 
home. Suddenly a gorgeous Western Tanager flew out and was in sight 
for several seconds. There were Barn Swallows, of course, and Violet- 
green Swallows were much in evidence.- Now and then we glimpsed a 
Russet-backed Thrush. Baldpates and Mallards were the only ducks. 
Canada Geese flew overhead and the inevitable Crows appeared. 
We visited the Pittock Bird Sanctuary of the Oregon Audubon Society. 
There we had the delight of finding near the path, in a low bush, the 
nest of a Russet-backed Thrush with three eggs. A California Purple 
Finch presented himself. Other birds were much as elsewhere—Oregon 
