Identifier: birdlore101908nati (find matches)
Title: Bird lore
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: National Committee of the Audubon Societies of America National Association of Audubon Societies for the Protection of Wild Birds and Animals National Audubon Society
Subjects: Birds Birds Ornithology
Publisher: New York City : Macmillan Co.
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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o feed her young. The little things areeating and growing and once in a whilethey are exercising their wings in flyingupward. The barrel will be closely watch-ed today and carefully covered withthe sieve well fastened down before itis quite dark. It will be uncovered veryearly in the morning, and in three daystime, or perhaps less, the birds will befree and independent.—-Elizabeth A.Reed, Clearwater, Fla. A Robin Note My laboratory studio in Princeton ison the second floor of North College, witha window toward the campus, to the north.This side of Old Nassau is completelycovered with ivy, in which dozens ofEnglish Sparrows nest. A few years ago Robins were verynumerous on the college campus, but oflate a few red squirrels have their abode 2l6 Bird - Lore there, and, with but a few exceptions, theRobins have been driven away. OneRobin has built over the arch of the cen-ter window, and this spring a curiousbird note could be heard all dav long.This was an incessant sparrow-like chirp,
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A LOOTED BOB-WHITES NESTPhotographed by Frank van Gilluwe interspersed with snatches of Robin song—the chirp predominating; this was madeby a fine full-plumaged male Robin. Hehad probably been reared among the Spar-rows and, by imitation, had acquired theirnotes.—Bruce Horsfall, Princeton, N.J. A Tragedy in Bird Life These early June mornings, so tempt-ing to bird-lovers, have often found mybrother and I afield armed with field glassand camera. And always, as we havereached a certainfavorite spot, thefamiliar call, BobWhite! Bob White!has been sure togreet us. Often, too,we flushed theQuail from the un-derbrush, but nevera trace of the nestcould we find. Recently themystery was solved,and a woodland tra-gedy disclosed aswell. So carefully wasthe nest made, andso well was it hid-den, that had it notbeen for the tra-gedy, we shouldprobably never havefound it. But fiveor six of the whiteeggs scattered aboutin front of the nestdrew the eye and,together with abunch of feathersbehind it

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