Lanius ludovicianus migrans. Bethel, Maine. 1903 June 8 (8) quuring its wings. The place where it sat was not over twenty yards from the elm where I had previously seen the frog impaled. Why had not the frog been given directly to the young Shrike? why had not the parents fed it at all previous to this during the hour I had been watching them (I should certainly have seen them feed it had they done so)? and where were the remainder of the brood? were questions that I asked myself in vain. I searched the whole neighborhood carefully but without discovering any more of the young. The one I had seen fed was conspicuous enough (after my attention had been called to him) and one of the prettiest and oddest little birds I have ever seen. He could fly only a few yards at a time but he hopped along the fence rail ahead of me al- most as fast as I could walk, using his wings only when I was on the point of touching him with my hand. His wings and tail were nearly black but the secondaries and greater wing coverts were broadly tipped with rusty brown. His under parts were exquisitely vermiculated with wavy grayish lines on a lighter gray ground. His eyes were very large and expressive, his bill short and blunt. Most comical of all was his little stub tail scarce two inches long. He carried it nearly erect and kept bobbing it up and down and flirting it from side to side in the most amusing way. All his motions were exceedingly quick and animated when I was pursuing him but after I had left him he sat erect and still with his plumage