. Camera studies of wild birds in their homes . e often, as she sat upon the nest, she would answerthe male birds as they called to one another or to theirmates, from the pond. It sounded alarmingly loud andclear to hear her call, at such a short distance. Just once Iheard her give a low series of whistles, or rather warbles;she was probably so happy that she was singing to herself,unaware that she had an appreciative audience. Several times, the male bird came up to the edge of theclearing and conversed with her by means of low pipings,but he never came to the nest, and I do not think he ever
. Camera studies of wild birds in their homes . e often, as she sat upon the nest, she would answerthe male birds as they called to one another or to theirmates, from the pond. It sounded alarmingly loud andclear to hear her call, at such a short distance. Just once Iheard her give a low series of whistles, or rather warbles;she was probably so happy that she was singing to herself,unaware that she had an appreciative audience. Several times, the male bird came up to the edge of theclearing and conversed with her by means of low pipings,but he never came to the nest, and I do not think he eversat upon the eggs; at least, the bird that I saw always ap-peared to be the same one. One morning I found only afew small pieces of egg shell. Her little ones were bornduring the night and, somewhere in the fields, she was lead-ing them about. The little ones are born covered with a softgray and white down, marked with a few black can run very fast and will hide themselves most ef-fectively at a warning pipe from their mother. 250. Fig. 209. NESTING-TREE OF DOWNY AND WRdEN. 251 THE WOODLAND APARTMENT. The woodland apartment was accidentally discovered be-cause of a feud existing between two of the families re-siding therein. One bright June morning I started on oneot my frequent camera-hunting expeditions, mv objectivepoint being the home of a pair of Wood Thrush;^s that hadkindly placed their nest in a very favorable position in somealders overhanging a beautiful brook. I was forcing myway slowly through a tangled mass of brakes and brierswhen a short distance away, I heard the clear, ringing,rollicking song of a House Wren. It was the same wren-song with which I was familiar, full of those bubblinggurgling tones, but t stopped abruptly in the middle Ina few moments it sounded again and again the song was
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