<h2><SPAN name="THE_TOWHEE_CHEWINK" id="THE_TOWHEE_CHEWINK"></SPAN> THE TOWHEE; CHEWINK.<br/> <span class="xx-smaller"><span style="font-weight:lighter;"> (<i>Pipilo erythrophthalmus.</i>)</span></span></h2>
<p class="ac">BY LYNDS JONES.</p>
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<p class="drop-cap">THE home of my childhood and
early youth nestles in one of the
gems of woodland which are so
characteristic of the rolling
prairies of central Iowa. This hundred-acre
grove covers five main hills, with
their valleys and the lesser runs which
divide each of the five hills into two,
three, or four lesser hills. The hills
radiate in a semicircle to the north and
west from the height on which the old
home stands, rolling away to the creek
which bathes their feet. Here are
tall, heavy woods, without underbrush,
covering the north slopes; lower, more
open woods with patches of plum, and
wild crab apple trees, with some hazel
brush on all lower slopes of the hills;
and finally a liberal fringe of low,
brushy trees—hawthorn, plum and crab
apple trees—and dense hazel brush on
the uplands and on lower lands away
from the creek. This dense growth also
fringes the county road which extends
from end to end of the grove, and it
was from this roadside that towhee
first heralded his arrival from the south,
during the bright days of late March
or early April. Later, when the frost
had left the ground, and his mate was
growing anxious to be selecting a nesting-place,
he might be seen on the
topmost twig of one of the taller small
trees in every brushy place on every
hillside. I have sometimes wondered
if the towhee household did not have
some disagreement about the family
name, for the male, from his elevated
perch loudly calls <i>towhee-e-e-e</i>, while
his spouse on the ground below no less
vigorously reiterates <i>che-wink</i>. But
if danger seems to threaten his lordship
quickly descends to join his mate
in earnest warning that this small bit
of earth belongs by right of discovery
to che-wink. How earnestly both
birds emphasize their claim by the
nervous fluff of the short, stiff wings
and the quick spreading of the long
tail, as if the large patches of white at
its end would startle the intruder away.
But the male bird does not always
confine himself to the iteration of the
name he seems to love so well. Instead
of the single first syllable there
may be two or even three, no two in
the same pitch. It has been a surprise
to me that persons unfamiliar with the
towhee's song do not realize that the
two parts proceed from the same bird.
To them the first part seems to resemble
some part of the wood thrush's
song and the last part—the <i>he-e-e-e</i>—the
rattle of downy woodpecker. My
ear persistently renders the whole
song, <i>towhee-e-e-e</i>, or <i>towhe-hee-e-e-e-e</i>,
or <i>O towhe-he-e-e-e-e-e</i>. Others render
it <i>chuck burr pilla-will-a-will</i>. But
towhee is not limited to this variety of
vocalization. Besides the abbreviation
of his <i>che-wink</i> alarm note to
<i>swink</i>, or even <i>wink</i>, and a <i>chuck,
chuck</i>, when the nest is threatened, he
sometimes sings a rarely beautiful
ditty which is totally unlike any of his
other performances. I have heard it
only shortly after his arrival from the
south, before his mate had joined him,
and have tried in vain to describe it.
The bird moves slowly and sedately
about among the fallen leaves in a
soliloquy over the happenings of the
long journey just ended, with apparently
no thought of the absent mate.
The manner of its utterance indicates
that this is the bird's private song,
egotistic if you please, while his tree-top
rendition is evidently his altruistic
performance.</p>
<p>The ordinary song and call and
alarm notes are well rendered in the
local names bestowed upon the bird:
Towhee, che-wink, joreet, joree, charee,
pink-pink, and wink-wink. His chestnut-colored
sides and lowly habits
have given him the names of ground
robin and swamp robin, and his red
iris, red-eyed towhee.</p>
<p>Nesting begins about the first of
May in northern Ohio. The nest is
almost always placed on the ground,
often in a slight depression made by
the birds, rarely in a bush up to seven
feet from the ground. It is made of
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material easily accessible in the region
of the nest, of dry leaves for a foundation
upon which plant stems, dry grass,
grape-vine bark, or like material is arranged,
and the whole lined with fine
rootlets. The material will vary somewhat
with locality and situation of the
nest, as a matter of course. Rarely
the nest may be covered, with the entrance
in the side, but it is usually not
covered. The nest site is preferably
some distance from a road or foot-path,
often in moderately deep woods
where there is little underbrush, but
more often in the shrubbery fringing
the woods, either on a hill-top or side
hill or bottom land. Here at Oberlin,
Ohio, I have found more nests in the
low second growth near swampy places
than elsewhere.</p>
<p>The nest complement is from three
to five eggs, usually four. The egg
seems to be a rather rounded ovate,
running to nearly spherical on the one
hand to elongate oval on the other.
The ground color is white, not seldom
tinged with pink or blue, with sprinkling
of reddish-brown dots, spots, and
blotches. It is a common experience
to find eggs of the parasitic cowbird
in nests of towhee. Twice I have
found nests on which the mother towhee
was serenely sitting with four eggs
of the cowbird beneath her and none
of her own. Two eggs of the cowbird
and two or three of the towhee in a
nest are common. Sometimes the
parasitic eggs so closely resemble
those of the parent that it is not easy
to distinguish between them, but often
the difference is very marked.</p>
<p>The towhee is a fairly common inhabitant
of the whole region east of
the Rocky Mountains and north to the
northern border of the United States,
breeding everywhere north of northern
Alabama.</p>
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