12 THE AUDUBON BULLETIN 
the female was covering the single egg. “The nests were all found on the 
islands. 
‘To stand on the shore, as it was our privilege to do, and see a beautt- 
ful male Blue-winged Teal so close that the maculations of the breast 
and sides were distinct without the use of glasses, was a new experience. 
Many of these birds were quite approachable, but one whose nest with 
13 eggs was found on June 7 was wild enough. 
An eventful day followed that of our arrival. Mr. Clarence Jung, 
associated with the Milwaukee Public Museum, had reached the lodge a 
day or two before. Without particular plan we started in the general 
direction of the Chippewa National Forest. Our first stop at a general 
store at the crossing of two highways resulted in information about some 
strange birds which had regularly been seen in the vicinity. “The young 
man who described them had a fair knowledge of the usual forms of the 
region, but reported that this was new to him. We decided from his 
account that they were Evening Grosbeaks. We had not driven a quar- 
ter mile before seeing a group of six of these birds in some aspens near 
the road. To one who has never seen the brilliant nuptial plumage of the 
males it is useless to describe the impression produced. 
Having stopped to admire the scene presented by a small lake in a 
typical northern setting, we noticed a Loon floating off a small marshy 
point. Deciding that the nest was there, we trained our glasses on it and 
soon saw another Loon slide from the point into the water. We made 
a long detour to avoid the area of marsh and, finally, Mr. Jung was able 
to reach the nest which held (May 30) but one egg. We had seen Loons’ 
nests before but to find and reach one is difficult enough, usually, to give 
the discovery the color of an event. 
Returning to the road where we had left Mr. Jung’s car, one of the 
party heard a song which he said reminded him of the “teacher” song of 
the Ovenbird. “The senior author, who for many years has spent much 
time in the study of warbler songs, recognized it as something new, but 
did not know it for the Connecticut Warbler’s song which it proved to be. 
It was quite unlike the “free-chapple, free-chapple, free-chapple WHOIT”’ 
described by Seton and which we had heard from this species in migration 
far south of its breeding haunts. “The “teacher” song, heard close at hand, 
becomes “‘chip-a-ticket, chip-a-ticket, chip-a-ticket,’ with a slight but defi- 
nite pause between the phrases and the accent on the third note of each. 
There followed, upon this identification of a singing male Connecticut 
Warbler amid surroundings which agreed with those described as its breed- 
ing environment, an experience which gave our little company a thrill as 
great as it could have been if they had found what they thought they had 
found, to wit: the nest and eggs of the Connecticut Warbler. We sought 
the Connecticut’s nest and found a Nashville’s. But we didn’t find out 
about that until later. No other warblers were heard in the neighbor- 
