. Handbook of birds of eastern North America : with keys to the species and descriptions of their plumages, nests and eggs, their distribution and migration ... Birds. FLYCATCHERS. 245 Nest, of grasses, twigs, and rootlets, with generally a piece of a cast snake skin, in a hole in a tree, generally less than twenty feet up. Eggs, three to six, creamy white, streaked longitudinally with chocolate, -90 x Fio. 7B.—Crested Flycatcher. (Natural size.) During the spring migration each day brings its own surprise and pleasure. The bare, silent woods where I walked alone before are now astir wit
. Handbook of birds of eastern North America : with keys to the species and descriptions of their plumages, nests and eggs, their distribution and migration ... Birds. FLYCATCHERS. 245 Nest, of grasses, twigs, and rootlets, with generally a piece of a cast snake skin, in a hole in a tree, generally less than twenty feet up. Eggs, three to six, creamy white, streaked longitudinally with chocolate, -90 x Fio. 7B.—Crested Flycatcher. (Natural size.) During the spring migration each day brings its own surprise and pleasure. The bare, silent woods where I walked alone before are now astir with flitting wings and ringing with glad music. Bach morning I hurry out, full of eager anticipation, to be thrilled by the greeting of some old friend come home again. There are red-letter days, however, even in this calen- dar. Hark! from the woods a loud whistle pierces far through the clearing. The Great-crest has come 1 I break away from the confusing chorus of small voices and hurry off to the woods for the first sight of the distinguished bird. Pull of life and vigor, he flies about in the green tree tops, chattering to himself or calling loudly as he goes. Not many days pass, however, before he is so taken up with do- mestic matters that his voice is rarely heard outside the woods. Is he engaged in his famous pursuit—hunting snake skins to line his nest ? Absorbed in my daily round of nest calls, I cherish the memory of each passing glimpse of him. Now I see him launch from a bass- wood top, with wings and tail spread, to sail down through the air, his tail glowing red against the light. Again, when looking for a rare Warbler, his calls arrest me. In the of the highest tree in sight I find him with his mate. With crests raised, the handsome birds chase each other about the bare branches. Tired of that, they explore the old Woodpecker's holes in the trunk, and one of them walks out of sight down a hollow limb. A Blackbird lights in the tree, and the Great-cres
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