. The Oölogist for the student of birds, their nests and eggs . e size of those of a laying fe-male killed from the nest for my owncollection a few days before. How-ever, this is a question for wiser menthan I to answer; so I pass it by forthe more interesting details of thetrip. Midway down the grove of trees, Icame upon a huge dead stub. Thistree had once been the home, so Iwas told by an old herder, of a pairof Pigeon Hawks. Knowing hisidentity to be at fault, I supposed thathe had found the home of a pair ofDesert Sparrow Hawks, but when I ar-rived at the tree, it was so badly bat-tered by
. The Oölogist for the student of birds, their nests and eggs . e size of those of a laying fe-male killed from the nest for my owncollection a few days before. How-ever, this is a question for wiser menthan I to answer; so I pass it by forthe more interesting details of thetrip. Midway down the grove of trees, Icame upon a huge dead stub. Thistree had once been the home, so Iwas told by an old herder, of a pairof Pigeon Hawks. Knowing hisidentity to be at fault, I supposed thathe had found the home of a pair ofDesert Sparrow Hawks, but when I ar-rived at the tree, it was so badly bat-tered by the winds and the rain asto be practically useless for a nestingplace ten feet above the ground, onlya short splinter rising above thatheight. Below, however, a smart rapon the trunk with my hatchet brought[ shated Flicker to a fresh-look-ing hole about eight feet up. Anotherrap sent her flying out, and a youngsa; ling, cut to make a rude ladder, en-abled me to get the six fresh eggsthe nest contained. Below and on the up-hill side < f the 72 THE 00L0GIS1. NEST AND EGGS OF LARK SPARROW; IN SITU. See Article in This Issue. tree, a long crack extended from theground to the top of the stub. Fromthis, in a place where a falling chiphad made a sort of little shelf—sev-eral tiny twigs protruded. Closer in-spection gave glimpses of strands ofbark and fine horsehair. Again thelittle hatchet came into play andeight small eggs, so spotted with redas to seem one color, were transferredto the basket. Mrs. Wren was not athome, evidently the pounding on theflickers nest had so disturbed herthat she left before I came. Then we, (the I, that is)managed to flush an Annas Hummingbird from her nest and two eggs,neatly saddled on the overhanginglimb of an oak above the stream. Bythis time it was well past two oclock,and so we (again the dog and I) satdown on the bole of a fallen oak to eat our lunch. With we two it wasever share and share alike, so he gottwo of my four sandwiches, b
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