2 THE AUDUBON BULLETIN 
on each trip by Honey Locust, who did no work. The next three days she 
carried bill-fulls of dead grass. On April 3 there was a battle between 
Honey Locust and another male; Fancy Legs joined in with a hearty scold 
and the intruder was routed. 
While Fancy Legs incubated, Honey Locust sang, at the same time 
keeping an eye on the feeding shelf, which, although near the locust, was 
80 feet from the nest; he chased neighboring robins, and tried to drive off 
a blue jay, without, however, much success. At times his zeal became 
rather a nuisance. A male robin from the north came into the trap; I pulled 
the string and he continued to eat. In a minute Honey Locust arrived 
screaming and began to attack the captive; Fancy Legs came and added her 
voice to the uproar. Honey Locust was so intent on his victim that he paid 
scant attention to me. The next day my song sparrow Uno was caught in 
the trap, and silly Honey Locust came to give him battle! The first catbird 
of the season investigated the shelf; Honey Locust pursued him around the 
garden. He even chased the house wren about in the locust. 
The babies hatched April 18 and 19; on the 29th the eldest child was 
out on the ground and while the parents screeched and shrieked a neighbor- 
ing pair came to sympathize, but was repulsed by Honey Locust. We 
banded the baby but never saw him again. He had been too ambitious. 
All this time, strangely enough, Honey Locust was unbanded; although 
objecting to any bird but his wife using the feeding shelf, he seldom 
entered the pull-string trap himself. On May Day I wrote: 
“T catch a male robin in the trap; Fancy Legs comes at once; she does 
not fight him, but seems concerned. Band him on the left leg, while he 
and Fancy Legs protest loudly. I think this must be Honey Locust.” 
It was. Ten minutes later Fancy Legs came cautiously to the shelf, 
snatched a bite from the trap and left.. Soon Honey Locust himself was 
inside, his new bands shining. 
The three other babies left the nest on May 3 at the proper age of 
fourteen days. That same day Janet found a lost young robin in the 
garden; we captured it, banded it and presented it to Fancy Legs in the 
hope it would be accepted. Fancy Legs was a busy bird now: with her 
husband she shared the care of their three children and the orphan; she 
had fracases with a faded lady robin that was building in the garden, and 
finally she herself was making a fine new nest under the roof on the north- 
east corner of the bungalow. 
The children prospered. On the 12th three were seen with Fancy Legs, 
one being the foster-child. Two days later their tails were nearly as long 
as their parents’ and they were trying to get food for themselves. This 
was the last day on which we noticed Fancy Legs feeding them, but on 
the 20th Honey Locust fed a full-grown child, one month old, seventeen 
days after it had left the nest. Two days later one of them was still 
squawking to be fed. 
Fancy Legs was indefatigable. The second brood was fledged, and 
then, without even waiting to build a new nest, a third set of eggs was laid 
in the home that had just been vacated. In record time a third family was 
