She knew, however, that along the ditches where the willows grew, and the alder clumps, there must be scores of warblers and other late-breeding birds; for walking here in the winter she had marvelled at the number of nests laid bare by the falling leaves.
These warblers wait for the leaves to conceal their building, and Winter will betray the deserted hiding-place.

So Brother Copas had told her, to himself repeating-- "_Cras amorum copulatrix inter umbras arborum Inplicat casas virentes de flagello myrteo_...." Corona found five of these nests, and studied them: flimsy things, constructed of a few dried grasses, inwoven with horsehair and cobwebs.

Before next spring the rains would dissolve them and they would disappear.
She returned with a huge posy of wild flowers and the information that she, for her part, felt hungry as a hunter.

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