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It was a simple matter to determine that the nests were inhabited 
because through the leafless branches white down could be seen clinging to 
the edges of the bulky construction and the droppings of the adults spotted 
the ground in profusion. The first nest to which I climbed contained four 
eggs, buff colored, spotted usually toward one end with brown. They were 
about the size of hen’s eggs and they lay, small ends pointed in, in a 
depression lined with soft down in the center of the shallow platform of 
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sticks. The adults were shy, as is usually the case, and confined their 
protests to circling above and uttering their musical cry of “Keeyou, 
keeyou.” The female, identified by her larger size, was bolder than her 
mate and circled quite low on several occasions. 
The second nest, like the first, contained eggs in a down-lined hollow, 
but in this case only three eggs had been laid. The adults acted in the same 
manner as did the others, except that the female of this pair let her legs 
dangle at intervals in her circling, giving her the appearance of an airplane 
lowering and retracting its landing gear. 
A month later the young had hatched and in the first nest all but one 
were alive. The fourth obviously had hatched last and, being weaker, had 
no doubt been mishandled and starved by his older nestmates. At any rate 
I removed the odorous body from the nest. There were two things which 
