Bird lore (1916) (14753109174) - Public domain zoological illustration

Identifier: birdlore181916nati (find matches)
Title: Bird lore
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: National Committee of the Audubon Societies of America National Association of Audubon Societies for the Protection of Wild Birds and Animals National Audubon Society
Subjects: Birds Birds Ornithology
Publisher: New York City : Macmillan Co.
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library



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(Age 9 years), Mt. Vernon, Iowa. (Is the writer sure that the Cowbird was the bird which built a floor over the bot-tom of the nest observed? From what is known of the Cowbirds habits, it is morelikely to lay its eggs in another birds nest, causing the owner in some instances to builda second bottom to the nest over the intruders eggs. Perhaps, upon further investi-gation, it may be found that down on the first floor of this nest is a set of eggs con-taining one or more of the Cowbirds among the number. If so, the unfortunate builderprobably tried to right the difi&culty by putting in the extra bottom, only to be againmolested by its persecutor. Notice hereafter, when watching birds, which ones associatewith the Cowbird. The fact that birds of different habit are found associated at acommon drinking- and bathing-place is worthy of notice.—A. H. W.) i • .>-. .■■ •Jr-.* ^ • -. ..,..:j^^^^ .1 : ■» !* aI :;i^ 1^ ^ >:^ *^ SIIF. IS LIFTING HKR WINGS IN THIS PIGTURK
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THIS IS THE BEM- PICTURE OF HER. FINU HER IN THE CENTER OF THEPICTURE AT THE RIGHT (337) 338 Bird-Lore A STORY OF A QUAIL I am eleven years old and am in the fourth grade. I belong to the JuniorAudubon Society. I have a story to write which I think is very interesting. Once last summer my mother and my brother and I went out to the woodswhere some berries grew. My mother looked down on the ground and sawa Quail sitting on its nest. It flew a Httle way off. I looked at the eggs andcounted them and there were sixteen. In three days we went there again, and the little Quails were hatched. Assoon as they saw us, they went into a bush and began to sing a little squeakysong.—Elouise Verba (Age ii years), Mt. Vernon, Iowa. (The little squeaky song of the baby Quails was probably a series of alarm-notes.Birds, like human beings, often express different emotions by different sounds. Verymany birds which do not sing a true song have a variety of call-notes. The notes ofthe Quail, or Bob-white