Lake Umbagog. Bronzed Grackle. 1910. June 7. As I have already noticed, the little colony of Bronzed Grackle that have young in the balsams on my island. There are several other pairs, I find, nesting in the tall white pines that shade the little on the mainland. red school house Yesterday and again to-day, I saw Robins chasing some of the Grackles with loud, excited cries and, no doubt, not with- out good reason. The Grackles prowl about everywhere in search of food, spending much time in walking about on floating logs and drift wood about the shores of the lake. Yesterday I saw a female fly in under the old Abbott Mill and remain there for two or three minutes searching among some half submerged slabs, probably for frogs or minnows. June 9. Soon after we had moved the house boat this morning I saw six Grackles coming across the flooded meadows from the boat house to our new arborage, a distance of about 300 yards. They alighted all together on a boom that closes one of the channels of our pres- ent cove and remained there ten minutes or more watching us critical- ly evidently in the hope of getting some of our surplus bread and crackers. But none had been thrown out and after awhile our sable visitors flew back to their island. (Eight Grackles visited our cove on morning May 10, when I fed them on cracker fragments on the boom.)