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WILD WINGS 



Another year a young friend, wishing to please me, set out 

 alone to find a hawks' nest. I lent him my buggy, and he 

 drove many miles, returning empty-handed, as I expected. 

 He reported that he had not seen a sign of a hawk, nothing 

 but some birds about the size of Robins that had made a 

 great fuss and swooped at him, in a thick pine grove. There 

 were two nests built of sticks close by, high up in the 

 trees. Climbing away up to one, he found it empty, and in 

 vexation departed, exclaiming, " You 're no hawks, nothing 

 but Robins ; you can't fool me ! " Next day, May eighteenth, 

 I drove there with him, ten miles from home, and a mile 

 down a logging road into a swamp, where I had him climb 



" A BROOD OF TINY SHARPSHINS IN THEIR NEST 

 TAKEN FROM ITS SITE 



