Bluewing Warbler

In days past the ridge back of Woodhaven, now given over to a public golf links and called "Forest Hills Park," was the favorite haunt of the BLUEWING. One small section of this country was covered with scrub oak and was a spot preempted by a number of this species. Altho numerous, I seldom found a nest even when I searched every square rod with the enthusiasm and persistency of youth. If the reward of virtue is not more frequent than the success attending my determination, modern morals must be in an eclipse. Many a day I picked out a singing male, followed the elusive performer thru briar and brush, only to have him suddenly disappear. In fact my success in discovering the nests was but the chance flushing of birds or being lucky enuf to trail one down to the homesite to which he was carrying a bit of material.

There is a wide variation in the mannerisms of individuals. Some are quiet and sedate in their movements, others exhibiting a full quota of the nervous energy shown by most of the family. Their normal song is a low, grasshopperlike buzzing with slight individual variation and it ceases about the middle of June, recurring in the latitude of Long Island from about the first of August until the twentieth, in a slightly varied form.