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trees, from six to forty feet above the water. (5: p. 114) We come back
to the same place year after year, and add new material to the old nests.
In that way they become very roomy, if somewhat bulky. Our eggs are
plain white and usually not more than three are laid in a nest." (9: p. 179)

"Tell me, Mr. Wood Ibis, do you have to worry about raising your
children, like my parents worry about me?"

"Yes, Peggy Ann, we feel very grateful if we are successful in
even hatching our eggs. We do not count our babies until we are sure our
eggs will be left alone."

"Just what do you mean?"

"Between our swamp and the pines is a strip of glades. During our
egg-laying time, fish crows fly back and forth. These crows are just a little
smaller than the black crows. (4: p. 445) I tell you, they are very wicked,
with hearts as black as their feathers. All day long a stream of these crows,
hundreds of them, can be seen flying form the pine woods to the swamps,
and returning with eggs stuck on the ends of their bills. (9: p. 179)

"This crow is our greatest natural enemy when we try to raise a
family." (4: p. 445)