. American ornithology, for home and school . hes I scare several Coots,which go splashing off toward a place of concealment. In some hiddenplace I can hear the pum-er-lunk of the Bittern and the flute-like whistleof the Sora. Now, as I round another point, I see a Pied-billed Grebe swim-ming away from a small pile of decayed vegetation. Stopping my boat be-side this heap of debris, I see six dirty, stained eggs, covered over with afew pieces of decayed grasses,—evidently the old Grebe did not have timeto cover her eggs, as is her custom. 166 AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. Here in a bunch of flags is a
. American ornithology, for home and school . hes I scare several Coots,which go splashing off toward a place of concealment. In some hiddenplace I can hear the pum-er-lunk of the Bittern and the flute-like whistleof the Sora. Now, as I round another point, I see a Pied-billed Grebe swim-ming away from a small pile of decayed vegetation. Stopping my boat be-side this heap of debris, I see six dirty, stained eggs, covered over with afew pieces of decayed grasses,—evidently the old Grebe did not have timeto cover her eggs, as is her custom. 166 AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. Here in a bunch of flags is a basket made of coarse rushes; in it is butone buffy egg, spotted with brown. Who does this nest belong to? Let mesee—Oh, yes! this belongs to the shy old Red-billed Gallinule. Let her beand soon she will have the nest filled with eggs. I now hear a screaming, and looking up. I see many of those gracefulBlack Terns, that have lately arrived from the southland. The setting sun now tells me to leave the birds to their charges for Photo by E. R. Johnson. Eggs of Fla. Gallinule. TWO LITTLE BIRD Edith E. Timmermax. I have not been a bird student for very many years, but during this periodI have had a few very interesting experiences, two of which I will first is about a guest, which we entertained—little Astragalinus tristis—whose fate was a very sad one. It was late one afternoon, about sundown, on a cold February day. Thethermometer registered ahout zero, which is very cold for that time of day inour section. On glancing out of a window, I noticed a bird fly down to a AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 167 rose bush, which grew by the side of our house. I supposed that it was anEnglish Sparrow, as a flock of them are often found, throughout the day, intwo large evergreen trees near by, but on looking closer, I found that it wasa little olive-green bird. It was settling down on the rose bush, putting itshead under a wing to go to sleep. At first I did no
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