Squirrel's head. The specking and and dodging continued for perhaps two minutes and then the squirrel fled across the grass and up onto a fence post where he sat for a moments nibbling something ob- ject which he held between his forepaws. The four mate birds continued to dash about his head and back, which was protected by the bushy tail arched over it. The breeze was blowing so strong that I could not be sure whether he was waving his tail or the wind was blowing it; at any rate the flying hairs served as a protection against the onslaughts of the birds who hovered above him. Soon the squirrel leaped down from the fence, across the ditch and up one of the tall trees. An examination of the clump of blackberry bushes revealed a black birds nest in the midst of a tangle of blossoming branches and well-concealed among the leaves. The nest was 7 inches high, its base being 26 inches above