. Bird-lore . d by H. H. Beck and V. E. Dippell graph the shutter, at i/iooo of a second,is obviously quicker than the beat, forthe wing is perfectly clear in outline. The photographs were taken at , Pa.—Herbert H. Beck andVictor E. Dippell, Lancaster, Pa. Interlopers There is a porch on the front of my house,which, in warm spring and summerweather, I always enjoyed. There I tookmy work, sewing or writing as the casemight be, and spent many profitable and healthful hours. This year all is place has been usurped and I am afraidto go near my favorite scat for fear ofbeing ins
. Bird-lore . d by H. H. Beck and V. E. Dippell graph the shutter, at i/iooo of a second,is obviously quicker than the beat, forthe wing is perfectly clear in outline. The photographs were taken at , Pa.—Herbert H. Beck andVictor E. Dippell, Lancaster, Pa. Interlopers There is a porch on the front of my house,which, in warm spring and summerweather, I always enjoyed. There I tookmy work, sewing or writing as the casemight be, and spent many profitable and healthful hours. This year all is place has been usurped and I am afraidto go near my favorite scat for fear ofbeing insulted or scolded. These usurpersare a pair of Phoebes which have built theirnest directly over the front door, andthey fully believe that the surroundingproperty belongs to them and to themalone. Each time that I come to thedoor, they perch on a beam and usethe strongest kind of language. If thatdoes not succeed in driving me away,they make short flights at me and snaptheir beaks, hoping that in some miracu-. nUMMINGBIRD PHOTOGRAPHED IN 1-1000 OF A SECOND Photographed by H. H. Beck and V. E. Dippell lous manner they may catch me as theydo a moth. When we first came to the farm, inthe early spring, I did not realize that ourporch had tenants. I went gaily in andout until an uneasj feeling of being watchedmade me turn, and I saw, sitting on abranch only a few feet away, two gray-breasted birds gazing reproachfully at was before the scolding period. Atonce I saw the nest and knew that thelittle eggs must be getting cold. I couldnot be responsible for murder, so I leftthe porch to my tenants and only on rare Notes from Field and Study 305 occasions ventured forth. The side doorwas now my entrance and exit. Finally the eggs hatched. Four small,squirming objects now occupied the atten-tion of the father and mother. Such excit-ing sallies after choice tid-bits for theirbrood as I witnessed—a snap of the beakand a fluttering moth would be capturedand carried to the nest. So
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