. Bird lore . the young from the nest and placethem in a cage suspended near the nesting bough, or cage the fledglings,and this is but another way of applying the method which uses parentalinstinct as a chain between old and young. The nest with all its surroundings is of less importance to the adultbirds than is commonly supposed, especially when the instinct to nourishand protect the young is at its height. During the past three summers Ihave studied forty nests of wild birds by the method of controlling thesite, and using the tent for a blind, while the accidents, which camemainly from inex
. Bird lore . the young from the nest and placethem in a cage suspended near the nesting bough, or cage the fledglings,and this is but another way of applying the method which uses parentalinstinct as a chain between old and young. The nest with all its surroundings is of less importance to the adultbirds than is commonly supposed, especially when the instinct to nourishand protect the young is at its height. During the past three summers Ihave studied forty nests of wild birds by the method of controlling thesite, and using the tent for a blind, while the accidents, which camemainly from inexperience, could be counted on the fingers of one we think of the thousands of eggs taken each year by the misguidedcollectors, or the hundreds of birds shot to see what they have in theirstomachs, this record seems fairly good, but it does not satisfy me. Thedeath roll which science exacts is already large enough. In our studies ofanimal behavior it is life and not death which we wish to FEMALE CHEBEC, OR LEAST FLYCATCHER, STANDING WITH WINGS SPREAD OVER HER YOUNG TO WARD OFF THE HEAT Lens, Zeiss Anastigmat, Series iia, 6% inch, speed /8, stop 32, time 1-5 second, distance about 30 inches in full sun. Northfield. N. H. July 2, 1901 The Wood Thrush and the Whip-poor-will BY GARRETT NEWKIRK When the faintest flush of morningOvertints the distant hill,// you waken,If you listen,You may hear the an echo from the darkness,— Strangely wild across the glen,Sound the notes of his finale,And the woods are still again. Soon upon the dreamy silence There will come a gentle trill,Like the whisper of an organ,Or the murmurOf a rill,And then a burst of music, Swelling forth upon the air,Till the melody of morning Seems to come from thrush, as if awakened by The parting voice of night,Gives forth a joyous welcome to The coming of the light.
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