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Bird-Lore

A BI-MONTHLY MAGAZINE

DEVOTED TO THE STUDY AND PROTECTION OF BIRDS

Official Organ of the Audubon Societies


Vol. III May—June, 1901 No. 3



A Bewildered Phoebe BY JOHN BURROUGHS With photographs from nature I HAD a good illustration last summer of how limited the mother-wit of a Phtcbe bird is when new conditions and surroundings confront her. A pair of these birds had annually built their nest in a little niche in a ledge of rocks near my 'Slabsides,' or rather several years ago they built a nest there, and as there was no room for a second nest, each subsequent spring they had repaired and refurnished the old one and reared their brood in it. It was in a lonely place, at the mouth of a deep recess in the ledge, and I thought quite secure from all creeping and climbing enemies of the birds. A thick growth of small trees formed a screen in its front, to hide it from the eye of winged marauders, and no snake or squirrel could reach it from the rock itself. When the nest contained three or four eggs I allowed a young friend of mine to take one for his collection. This intrusion seemed to invite disaster, for in less than a week the eggs were all gone and the birds had deserted the place. A new stone house had been built upon the rocks above me, with a piazza all around it, covered by a continuation of the main roof down the required distance. After much inspecting of this piazza the birtls concludetl to build a nest upon the plate besitle one of the rafters. Now this plate was about thirty feet long and there were ten rafters notcheil upon it, and hence ten places exactU' alike. I'he bird selected the fourth rafter from the enil nearest the woods, anil began her nest upon the plate besitle it. She was in a great hurry and worked 'on the jump,' so to speak. She got her mortar in the ditch near my cabin. ( )iu- morning I watched her for some time. She maile a trip ever' minute carrying her load up a steep grade about one hundreil yards. The male looked on and cheered her, but did not help. He percheil upon a dead sunflower stalk near tin- ditch, flirted his tail, and said, or seemed to sav, '(jo it. Plufbe. nou are doing well; xou are