H.W. Grinnell -1925 Mineral, 4800 ft. July 16 flushed the robin from her nest, which still contained but two eggs. July 19 Last evening we visited the chick-a-dee stub at the meadow edge and found it empty. I am not sure whether the young we once thought dead (see page 44) were feigning death or were really prostrated by the heat, for the air was very warm and sultry. The robin in the alder slipped from her nest before we reached it, but watched anxiously from a nearby pine while Molly climbed to the nest. The two eggs were as yet unhatched. This morning I left camp at 9:00 a.m. to look for nests. Half a mile from camp down toward the old road I was scolded by a chipping sparrow. As she waited for me to go on she sat on the nearby telephone wire and screamed as tho' just off her nest. A search of the near vicinity revealed it, about five feet up in a seven-foot yellow pine. The nest was close the main trunk and well